Somehow He makes it past the room they shared The twenty years before she killed him She drowned him with a letter left on a desk And with every step it echoes Through the empty house I'm leaving I'm leaving you I don't love you Somehow he visits the old and worn Smiles on sunday at church-scrubbed faces And celebrates christmas With fewer lights this year There's fewer lights this year I'm leaving I'm leaving you I don't love you And every day he still falls and prays Take me home Take me home