He died when the house was empty
When the maid had gone
He put a pen to paper for one final song
He wrote -
Oh babe, it´s the only way
I know it´s wrong but I can´t stand
To go on living, to go on living, living life this way

And I don´t know what the time is
Or what the next line is
Or how you´re going to take the news
But if I had my life again
I wouldn´t change a thing
I´d let nobody, I´d let nobody
Stand inside my shoes

Something´s gotten hold of me
This home is not the home it used to be
I´ve gathered dust like the dying flowers
And I´ve drunk myself sober
After hours and hours

After hours and hours