Paroles de Your Memory’s Gone To Rest

Your picture's in the closet Covered with a sheet that used to drape our bed And I can't find your glasses on the table Where you often sat and read Your car's down at the station And your clothes are in the cleaners being pressed That's why the house is empty Oh, thank God Your memory's finally gone to rest Your chair is being covered It had finally seen the best of better days The kids put up your tennis racket n Now nobody hardly ever plays Your coffee mug is gone And by mistake the Goodwill people took your desk That's why the house is empty Oh, thank God Your memory's finally gone to rest Your memory's gone away from home Finally it's leaving me alone alone There's nothing left to think about Nothing to remember or regret Now the house is empty Oh, thank God Your memory's finally gone to rest Now the house is empty Oh, thank God Your memory's finally gone to rest