He died when the house was empty
When the maid had gone
He put a pen to paper for one final song He wrote, oh babe, it's the only way
I know it's wrong but I can't stand
To go on living, to go on living
Living life this way And I don't know what the time is
Or what the next line is
Or how you're gonna take the news But if I had my life again
I wouldn't change a thing
I'd let nobody, I'd let nobody
Stand inside my shoes Something's gotten hold of me
This home is not the home it used to be
I've gathered dust like the dying flowers
And I've drunk myself sober
After hours and hours Something's gotten hold of me
This home is not the home it used to be
I've gathered dust like the dying flowers
And I've drunk myself sober
After hours and hours After hours and hours