We rented a house in December, And Moved in Before the Snow

Here I am 6 months later, I got no place to go

The landlord said take it easy.  The pain is bad I know

I Packed up my belongings, and turned away real slow

There’s a picture frame turned face down, and feelings you’ll never know

But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to go

Tonight is like the others, I spend a lot of time alone

A half empty glass on the table, I got no place to go

I walk thru the heat of the summer, the night winds come so slow

The sun just burns my shoulders, but my chest feels so cold.

There’s a picture frame turned face down, and a note written long ago

But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to go

In the early morning sun, and I felt the sweep of your hair

The little things I remember, the things that aren’t there

I’ve played that song for hours, and the night’s still young, I know

As each day grows shorter, I’ve got no place to go

So, the moral of this story Is man you never know

Longing for a memory that just won’t let me go

There’s a picture frame turned face down

And feelings you don’t want to know

But no matter where I lay my head, I got no place to go

I got no place, I got no place, I got no place to go.