This House Was Not A Home

(Lyrics by Phil Cole)

 

NO NEED TO TURN THE LIGHT ON
THERE'S NOTHING HERE TO SEE
THIS MANSION WAS PALATIAL
AND I LOVED HOW EACH ROOM BREATHED
BUT NOW IT'S SO CONSTRICTING
THE PAINTS PEELING FROM THE WALLS
IT'S BETTER DAYS JUST MEMORIES
NO-ONE LIVING CAN RECALL

UNCIVIL WARS WERE WAGED HERE
WITH REAMS OF LITANY
LEAVING LAWYERS TO THEIR LAWYERING
WE SORT OF PARTED AMICABLY


IT WASN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE

THIS HOUSE WAS NOT A HOME

IT COULD'VE BEEN YOU AND ME FOREVER

IF THIS HOUSE HAD BEEN OUR HOME


WE'D PLANNED ON RENOVATIONS
BUT THEY JUST WEREN'T IN THE CARDS
NOW THERE'S A REALTOR'S SIGN THAT SAYS
FOR SALE, IN THE FRONT YARD

IT WASN'T HOW IT SHOULD BE

THIS HOUSE WAS NOT A HOME

IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU AND ME FOREVER

IN A HOUSE THAT WAS OUR HOME

THIS HOUSE, THIS HOUSE

THIS HOUSE WAS NOT OUR HOME

IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU AND ME FOREVER

IN A HOUSE THAT WAS OUR HOME


PLEASE DON'T TURN THE LIGHT ON
THERE'S NOTHING HERE TO SEE
JUST THIS EMPTY ROOM, MY OLD ROCKING CHAIR

AND OUR FADING MEMORIES

 

c2012