one less man to pick up after.
but all I do is cry, cry.
I only know that since he left
Each time the doorbell rings I still run
I don't know how in the world
I should be happy cause I still love him so
I end each day the way I started
And then reach deep in my heart and
One less man to pick up after
The chair is still a chair,
even when there's no one sitting there.
But a chair is not a house,
and a house is not a home
When there's no one there
Even when there's nothing
But a room is not a house,
and a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
Now an d then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
Don't let one mistake keep us apart
Oh, I'm not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
Each time the doorbell rings,
I've got one less man to pick up after