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