My books are lined up on the shelf,
My pictures, hanging on the wall,
I'm sitting here all by myself,
Will this house ever feel like a home?
I made a dinner just for one,
I put my favorite record on,
Opened a bottle just for fun,
Will this house ever feel like a home?
My shades were drawn down tight,
Couldn't see you standing right outside,
I was so confined,
Can't believe I wasted all this time,
Turned my music low,
Then I heard you say hello.
The doors and windows are the same,
But now there's laughter in the hall,
I hear you call me baby doll,
You, you made this house a home.