Your picture's in the closet covered with a sheet that used to drape our bed
And I can't find your glasses on the table where you often sat and read
Your car's down at the station and your clothes are in the cleaners being pressed
That's why the house is empty oh thank God your memory's finally gone to rest
Your chair is being covered it had finally seen the best of better days
The kids put up your tennis racket now nobody hardly ever plays
Your coffee mug is gone and by mistake the goodwill people took your desk
That's why the house is empty oh thank God your mem'ry's finally gone to rest
Your mem'ry's gone away from home
Finally it's leaving me alone alone
There's nothin' left to think about nothin' to remember or regret
Now the house is empty oh thank God your mem'ry's finally gone to rest
Now the house is empty oh thank God your mem'ry's finally gone to rest
