He died when the house was empty When the maid had gone He put a pen to paper for one final song He wrote - Oh babe, it's the only way I know it's wrong but I can't stand To go on living, to go on living, living life this way And I don't know what the time is Or what the next line is Or how you're going to take the news But if I had my life again I wouldn't change a thing I'd let nobody, I'd let nobody Stand inside my shoes Something's gotten hold of me This home is not the home it used to be I've gathered dust like the dying flowers And I've drunk myself sober After hours and hours After hours and hours