| The movers came today |
| To take out things away |
| Memories that we held so dear |
| One by one they’re out of here |
| I hung the «for Sale» sign |
| On what was yours and once was mine |
| One last look around to find |
| Any home we might have left behind |
| But the emptiness rings true |
| There’s really nothing left to do |
| Cause I’m not needed here now |
| You made it clear to me somehow |
| If it’s not built on love |
| A home is just a house |
| So I’ll close and clock this door |
| Not comin' back here anymore |
| It’s time to face the fear |
| I’m not needed here now |
| That’s where he said his prayers |
| And learned to climb the stairs |
| Every room has history |
| That holds a part of you and me |
| In my heart it’s getting through |
| It’s tellin' me that without you |
| Cause I’m not needed here now |
| You made it clear to me somehow |
| If it’s not built on love |
| A home is just a house |
| So I’ll close and clock this door |
| Not comin' back here anymore |
| It’s time to face the fear |
| I’m not needed here now |
| It’s time to face the fear |
| I’m not needed here now… |