House Again

Well, this kitchen used to be a dance hall

Music on and the lights off, just you and I

Used to be perfume on your pillow

New day through the window bringing out the blue in your eyes

Used to be four boots by the front door

But two ain't there anymore

And now, it's just four empty walls

Where I lay my head and get no rest at all

The porch swing don't swing, the doorbell don't ring

And now, it's just wood on concrete

And numbers on a mailbox on Used-To-Be Street

I guess you were right, I shoulda left when you did

The house you made a home is now just a house again

These days, all I hear is an echo of you saying, "Baby, don't go"

And your goodbye

If you came back, you'd be surprised

You wouldn't even recognize this place without you

What the hell did you do?

'Cause now, it's just four empty walls

Where I lay my head and get no rest at all

The porch swing don't swing, the doorbell don't ring

And now, it's just wood on concrete

And numbers on a mailbox on Used-To-Be Street

I guess you were right, I shoulda left when you did

The house you made a home is now just a house again

The kitchen used to be a dance hall

With music on and the lights off

But now, it's just four empty walls

Where I lay my head and get no rest at all

The porch swing don't swing, the doorbell don't ring

And now, it's just wood on concrete

Numbers on a mailbox on Used-To-Be Street

I guess you were right, I shoulda left when you did

The house you made a home is now just a house again