When a House Is Not a Home

I walk up to my door and hate to turn the key Emptiness is all that waits inside for me That's how it is when the one you love is gone That's how it is when your house is not a home I look around and see things marked with his and hers Things like these just make things that much worse That's how it is since I live my life alone That's how it is since my house is not a home Is there a way up for soul so torn as mine Each day I live I'm like a prisoner passin' time That's how it is ask anyone who lives alone That's how it is when your house is not a home --- When a House Is Not a Home - Roger Miller