There's a sink full of dishes in the kitchen, and a pair of ragged sheets on the bed.
There's a bottle and a glass on a table, and an imprint in a pillow from an aching head.
There's a pile of dirty clothes in the closet,
and a pair of ragged sheets on the bed.
There's a pair of sunshine shoes on the floor.
That's a picture of our home since you left me,
and it's been that way since you walked out the door.
There's a picture of our home since you left me,
and it's been that way since you walked out the door.
There's a man inside this house who gave us difference.
Just existing, see his lonely vacant stare.
There's an icebox filled with food, but he don't touch it.
His hair is long, he needs to shave, but he don't seem to care.
I don't trust him.
His trembling hand keeps reaching for the bottle.
To drown the burning pain that's deep inside.
That's a picture of the man that you made me.
And I've been that way since you told me.



Goodbye
That's a picture of a home
And a man so all alone
And it's been that way
Since you told me goodbye