Text: Patsy Cline. When Your House is Not a Home.

I walk up to my door and hate to turn the key
Emptiness is all that waits inside for me
That's how it is when the one you love is gone
That's 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
That's how it is, since I live my life alone
That's 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 I'm like a prisoner passing time
That's how it is, ask anyone who lives alone
That's how it is when your house is not a home