When Your House Is Not A Home - George Jones

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

Things like these 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 up for soul so torn as mine

Each day I live I’m like a prisoner passin' time

That’s how it is ask anyone who lives alone

That’s how it is when your house is not a home