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 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

and i've drunk myself sober

after hours and hours

after hours and hours