Well, this kitchen used to be a dance hall
Music on and the lights off, just you and I
Used to be perfume on your pillow
New day through the window
Bringing out the blue in your eyes
Used to be four boots by the front door
But two ain't there anymore

And now it's just four empty walls
Where I lay my head and get no rest at all
The porch swing don't swing
The doorbell don't ring
And now it's just wood on concrete
And numbers on a mailbox on a used to be street
I guess you were right, I should've left when you did
The house you made a home is now just a house again

These days all I hear is an echo
Of you saying, "Baby, don't go"
And your goodbye
If you came back you'd be surprised
You wouldn't even recognize this place without you
What the hell did you do? (What the hell did you do)

'Cause now it's just four empty walls
Where I lay my head and get no rest at all
The porch swing don't swing
The doorbell don't ring
And now it's just wood on concrete
And numbers on a mailbox on used to be street
I guess you were right, I should've left when you did
The house you made a home is now just a house again

The kitchen used to be a dance hall
With music on and the lights off

But now it's just four empty walls
Where I lay my head and get no rest at all
The porch swing don't swing
The doorbell don't ring
And now it's just wood on concrete
Numbers on a mailbox on used to be street
I guess you were right, I should've left when you did
The house you made a home is now just a house again Writer/s: Dan Alley, Hudson Westbrook, Neil Medley
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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