The future seems so distant,
When I stare into the past,
Where the whole of my existence
Was a love that didn't last.
Like a silhouette in motion
Moving slowly on its way,
Or a blind man on a crowded street
On a New York summers day.
When the heart begins to crumble,
And the soul begins to die,
When you reach into that empty place
And see her face
And wonder why
There's no one home tonight.
I'll take my time and drink my wine,
And somehow think it through.
I'll lay my head back in this chair,
And spend some time with you.
It's the poetry unspoken,
Fallen words inside my head,
It's the solitude of sleepless nights,
That I must lay to rest.
When the heart begins to crumble,
And the soul begins to die,
When you reach into that empty place
And see her face
And wonder why
There's no one home tonight.
There's no one home tonight,
There's no one home tonight,
