See that old, rundown house by the side of the road
She called it home for years and years but that was long ago
She used to sit in her favorite chair right inside that window
Listening to kids and music and every sound that makes a house a home
He loved, he kissed, he worshiped, he adored
And her life ended when he left without using the door
Now his suits walk on men he’s never met before
But she slept in the same bed for two years more
And with a new coat of paint it could look just the same
As it did when we played in that yard three games of croquet
Or when we pulled in late on Christmas after driving all day
Or when we packed her up and moved her away
