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'll 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 should have 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'll 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 should have left when you did

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

Kitchen used to be a dance hall

With music on and the lights off

But now it's just four empty walls

Where I'll 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 should have left when you did

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