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