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 memory's finally gone to rest
Your memory's gone
Away from home
Finally
It's leaving me
Alone
Alone
There's nothing left to think about
Nothing to remember or regret
Now the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to rest
Now the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to
Rest