This House

The Bucket List
Track 2
(3:27)

Jason Crosby
Violin

Mark Karan
Acoustic Guitar

Mookie Siegel
Keyboards

Lauren Murphy
Backing Vocals

This House

by Deborah Grabien, Nicholas Grabien, Larry Luthi

There are ghosts in the attic, there are rats in the grain
Voices fall from the rafters, settle on me like a cold winter rain
I can't live with these whispers, they won't let me remain
Turn the key in the lock, drive away, don't look back at this house of pain.

Well the leaf pile is bigger now you're not here to rake
And it's all down to me but this house takes my strength like a physical ache
All the apple trees dying as they wait for the rain
Turn the key in the lock, drive away, don't look back at this house of pain.

This was supposed to offer us refuge, this was supposed to be our second chance
This was a lie, it was just an illusion, you faded away like a summer romance
I'm left with these memories, left with this heartache
Left with this house when I should be with you
But the road winds away towards a brand new day
And it's calling my name, I know what to do, oh yes I do.

Well we came here together, now we both must depart
I have flesh I have feeling, and what's left of you is right here in my heart
And my footsteps leave echoes, floors are broken and stained
Turn the key in the lock, drive away, don't look back at this house of pain.

There are ghosts in the attic, there are rats in the corn
I will follow the road as it leads to the south, and I will be reborn
Part of you travels with me, keep me whole, keep me sane
Turn the key in the lock, kick it under the mat
Drive away, don't look back at this house of pain

Lyric copyright © 2015, Deborah Grabien; all rights reserved.