Somehow
He makes it past the room they shared
The twenty years before she killed him
She drowned him with a letter left on a desk
And with every step it echoes
Through the empty house
I'm leaving
I'm leaving you
I don't love you
Somehow he visits the old and worn
Smiles on sunday at church-scrubbed faces
And celebrates christmas
With fewer lights this year
There's fewer lights this year
I'm leaving
I'm leaving you
I don't love you
And every day he still falls and prays
Take me home
Take me home