Someone's Final Song
He died when the house was emptyWhen the maid had goneHe put a pen to paper for one final songHe wrote -Oh babe, it's the only wayI know it's wrong but I can't standTo go on living, to go on living, living life this way
And I don't know what the time isOr what the next line isOr how you're going to take the news,But if I had my life again,I wouldn't change a thingI'd let nobody, I'd let nobodyStand inside my shoes
Something's gotten hold of meThis home is not the home it used to beI've gathered dust like the dying flowersAnd I've drunk myself soberAfter hours and hoursAfter hours and hours