Someone's Final Song

He died when the house was empty

When the maid had gone

He put a pen to paper for one final songHe 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 wayAnd I don't know what the time is

Or what the next line is

Or how you're gonna take the newsBut if I had my life again

I wouldn't change a thing

I'd let nobody, I'd let nobody

Stand inside my shoesSomething'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 hoursSomething'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 hoursAfter hours and hours