The House Where My Heart Dwells

There's a place on a darkened street

That you pass but you don't see

It's a passing shadow of the place it used to be

If you took the time to glance

I guess you'd think it an empty shell

But that's the house where my heart dwells

It's not on lonely street

A little further out of town

You won't have to wade through tears to get there

But it looks like it's been drowned

Though it's not up for demolition most would say it's gone to hell

That's the house where my heart dwells

The windows smashed and broken

There's a car tyre in the front yard

The door is hanging on for dear life

But it's getting hard

There's no lights on is anyone home? well it's hard to tell

That's the house where my heart dwells

The only mail upon the mat

Junk and circulars gone round

It doesn't look lost so much as having never been found

The man in the suit considers the current climate

He says: "This will be hard to sell!"

This is the house where my heart dwells.