It ain't nothin' but a small frame house on an acre lot. It ain't that much different from any other house on the block. And it may not look like we've got all our share of the promise.
I sold the house we lived in. And moved a thousand miles to get away. But the feeling that I'm running from. Was waiting here when I unpacked today. .
I Was Losing You. ( Written by Bruce Burch ). . I should have noticed. When you started turning up the sad songs. It should have hit me when you began to sing along.
You took all your possessions. The day you disappeared. There's nothing to remind me. That you were ever here. . So why can't I forget you. Find someone else and just move on?.