A House But Not a Home

It's a house but not a home where I'm living Since you been gone An old shack but not a room where I'm sleeping When you're not home I'm so alone It's a board and not a bed where I'm dreaming, lonely and blue It's a ghost and not a man that you see standing, right on the floor in front of you It's a house and not a home where I can settle, with the TV and the echoes of my mind It's a friend and not liquor in that bottle that I have have for this loneliness of mine It's the tone and not your voice that I m hearing, when I call you It's a hell and not a world that I'm leaving, cause you have found somebody new