His House and Me - Dionne Warwick

Over by fire stands a chair

That’s chair he use to sit in

His favorite chair now seems there

So empty and alone

In the closet hangs, a wore out shirt

That’s the shirt he lie around in

That polo shirt, left hanging there

That he no longer wears

This once was the house with

He use to live with me

Oh!

This once was his house the

House where live with me