He died when the house was empty When the maid had gone
He put a pen to paper for one final song He 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 way
And I don´t know what the time is Or what the next line is Or how you´re going to take the news But if I had my life again I wouldn´t change a thing I´d let nobody, I´d let nobody Stand inside my shoes
Something´s gotten hold of me This home is not the home it used to be I´ve gathered dust like the dying flowers