Livin' In The House
(Chris Hillman - Steve Hill)
She rarely ventures from her door
Staring at the dress she wore
A bridal gown from yesterday
Her dreams have drifted away
Unforgiving and forsaking
Thoughts that keep her heart from making
There's pleasure in her misery
She locked the door and hid the key
Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay
On the day they were to marry
She paced the floor, began to worry
And as time passed that day
She knew her love had gone away
He left no rhyme, left no reason
Left her alone still believin'
In a life they built to stay
Now a prison made of clay
Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay
Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay
Livin' in the house she grew up in
So close at home with her pain
The walls can always crumble
To set her free once again
Livin' in the house she grew up in
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