When Your House Is Not A Home

Written by roger miller
(patsy cline radio transcription)

I walk up to my door and hate to turn the key
Emptiness is all that waits inside for me
Thats how it is when the one you love is gone
Thats how it is when your house is not a home

I look around and see things marked with his and hers
Little things like this just make things that much worse
Thats how it is since I live my life alone
Thats how it is since my house is not a home

Is there a way out for a soul so torn as mine
Each day I live Im like a prisoner passing time
Thats how it is, ask anyone who lives alone
Thats how it is when your house is not a home

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