: 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
anymore And when I think about it I don't believe I ever did for sure All the things I've said in songs All the purple prose you bought from me Reality's
a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song
