Art Bergmann - My Empty House lyrics

Won't you come home To my empty house I'm all alone Except for My former spouse Won't you come home It's full of empty minds I've got an empty heart Can't you hear the whine They said Things would be alright After a couple of years Of restraint But the kids Aren't getting any younger And for me It's much too late I got married in a fever I'd sonner k** you Than leave you I'm thinking maybe We should have moved Staring at you Across my living room When things go wrong Turn to the right When things get worse Pick up a gun Things for me Just got weird I think I shot The wrong person I'm painting The whole house red Everthing I worked for One by one Going out my door Save for my TV Buzzing in the corner The house is surrounded I can get a job I can't geed the kids I can get a job I can't feed you If you're as sick of me As I am of you Believe me I feel the same Won't you come homje To my empty house I've got an empty heart I've got an empty mind I went to trade school Got my welding ticket Did my time I've got a 2-car garage A lien on my mortgage On my happy 2.2 I think I'll paint The whole damn town Red