Livin' In The House - Desert Rose Band

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