We rented a house in December, And Moved in Before the Snow
Here I am 6 months later, I got no place to go
The landlord said take it easy. The pain is bad I know
I Packed up my belongings, and turned away real slowThere’s a picture frame with the face turned down, and feelings you’ll never know
But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to goTonight is like the others, I spend a lot of time alone
A half empty glass on the table, I got no place to go
I walk thru the heat of the summer, the night winds come so slow
The sun just burns my shoulders, but my chest feels so cold.There’s a picture frame with the face turned down, and a note written long ago
But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to goIn the early morning sun, and I felt the sweep of your hair
The little things I remember, the things that aren’t thereI’ve played that song for hours, and the night’s still young, I know
As each day grows shorter, I’ve got no place to goSo, the moral of this story Is man you never know
Longing for a memory that just won’t let me goThere’s a picture frame with the face turned down
And feelings you don’t want to know
But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to goI got no place, I got no place, I got no place to go.
I got no place, I got no place, I got no place to go.
I got no place I got no place, I got no place to go.”