(dave gibson/greg crowe/bill mccorvey)
Pulled in the driveway, picked up the paper
found my key, and unlocked the door
i walked in, felt like a stranger
like i'd never, been there before
and as i wandered room to room
it was silent as a tomb
Coulda heard a tear drop, coulda heard a heart break
never saw the flood come, even though i felt the rain
never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
where there used to be a happy home
in the house on the corner of lonely and gone
If she talked about leavin, i wasn't listenin
if she showed me a sign, well i never saw
did she stop believin, did i stop givin
can't put my finger on what went wrong
now the quietest noise i'm told
is the sound of letting go.
Coulda heard a tear drop, coulda heard a heart break
never saw the flood come, even though i felt the rain
never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
where there used to be a happy home
in the house on the corner of lonely and gone
Oh never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
where there used to be a happy home
in the house on the corner, in the house on the corner
of lonely and gone