
This Ole House
May be empty
But there’s still a place
To rest your weary head
When no one else seems to
care about your dreams and desires
it holds memories all too well
And will let you know
that everything’s gonna be allright
This Ole House
may have a chair or two
that needs to go
But there’s no rush
to upset the flow
And there’s still a place
And there’s still time
to find what you’re looking for
In This Ole House
There are no clocks
In This Ole House
You can hear yourself think
and disagree
All the same
When no one seems to care
This Ole House
Is there
It is the childhood you never had
It is the good brother
Or sister gone bad
It is the mother who knew no answers
It is the father
Who sought private dancers
This Ole House
Is the reason
You never committed treason
Filled with blood, sweat, and tears
In remembrance of your golden years
You don’t have to stay
Just revisit
When you want to play
This Ole House
Never gets old,
Too hot or even too cold
This Ole House
takes you by the hand
and helps your future understand
You don’t have to stay
Just revisit
When you need to sway
Never worry
That there won’t be room
Though there is no hurry
Expect to leave behind your Gloom
to This Ole House