There’s a road that wanders gently through an ordinary town Lined with sturdy, handsome houses, but for one that’s been run down That’s the one that I turn into, the one I know so well Where I spent some time in heaven and some more in hell

And as I walk through the kitchen door to take a final look Memories turn inside my mind like pages in a book And the story that they tell me is hard to comprehend Wasn’t this the place we vowed to stay until the end?

This house was once our refuge
This house became our home
This house was our shelter from the storm This house held something deeper than our sorrow and our pride This house had love inside

When we started out we did the things that people often do We kept up with the Joneses, painted walls and fences too Until the storm came in and washed us on this foreign shore And suddenly it did not seem to matter anymore

This house was all our meaning
This house was all we knew
This house was everything that we held true This house was all that we believed and could not be denied This house had love inside

But as the storm wore on we found ourselves distracted By the painful truth of trying to survive And so the grass grew long and windows once so clear No longer let the light into our broken lives

Walking through the empty rooms with walls cracked and bare I smile as I remember all the joy that we found there And so now the story’s ended, a new one soon to find But I always will remember what we left behind

This house cared for the wounded, it’s where we learned to heal This house was where we found out what was real We faced a world of worry, but we swept it all aside This house had love inside