She comes home late at night To no one, once again The boxes line the hall There's still so much to do His change still on the dresser That she'll never have the heart to ever use All of our best laid plans Washed away like plastic in the sand All down to smoke and ash Sitting at a table in a house up for sale Haven't we all felt this bad? Empty houses know we have He walks through the door And almost calls her name He stays up late again at night, watching the news He's kinder to his family Oh, there's not much more his heart can stand to lose All that he's ever known Collapsing into echoes of a home All down to smoke and ash Blowing through the trees In a field that's not your own Haven't we all felt this sad? Empty houses know we have And so, the angry people, feeling separate and small Suffering themselves over nothing at all While others stand in grocery lines Trying so hard just to breathe Flickering a light to you and me All of our best laid plans Falling through, like water in our hands Love everyone you can Hold onto the moments of the love you get to show Learn the lessons empty houses know Only love that's left behind can make them so