His House And Me

Over by the fire

There stands a chair

That's the chair he used to sit in

His favorite chair

Now seems so bad

So empty and alone

In the closet hangs

A worn out shirt

That's the shirt he'd lie around in

That polo shirt

That hang in there

The he no longer wears

This once was the house where

He used to live with me

Oh! oh!

This once was his house

The house where he lived with me

He left his house

And me

Upstairs on the bed

His pillow

Lies there patiently awaiting

For his return

I know it yearns

To ease his weary head

Dancing on the wall

Our shadows

Notes reminding me of his letter

That filled our home

But now there's none

Just empty tears and then...

This once was the house where

He used to live with me

Oh! oh!

This once was his house

The house where he lived with me

He left his house

And me