My Empty House

Won't you come home

To my empty house

I'm all alone

Except for

My former spouse

Won't you come home

It's full of empty minds

I've got an empty heart

Can't you hear the whine

They said

Things would be alright

After a couple of years

Of restraint

But the kids

Aren't getting any younger

And for me

It's much too late

I got married in a fever

I'd sooner kill you

Than leave you

I'm thinking maybe

We should have moved

Staring at you

Across my living room

When things go wrong

Turn to the right

When things get worse

Pick up a gun

Things for me

Just got weird

I think I shot

The wrong person

I'm painting

The whole house red

Everthing I worked for

One by one

Going out my door

Save for my TV

Buzzing in the corner

The house is surrounded

I can get a job

I can't feed the kids

I can get a job

I can't feed you

If you're as sick of me

As I am of you

Believe me

I feel the same

Won't you come homje

To my empty house

I've got an empty heart

I've got an empty mind

I went to trade school

Got my welding ticket

Did my time

I've got a 2-car garage

A lien on my mortgage

On my happy 2.2

I think I'll paint

The whole damn town

Red