House on the Lake

There's nothing left to take
Back to my southern home
The roses in the garden

And I'll stare into the Bourbon moon
But love and years are not for sale
But I hear his voice
There's nothing left to take
In our old house on the lake
Well, I'm going down to New Orleans

Back to the place where I was born
They both have gone away
'Cause we both are sinking fast
Blue bare room, the wood and nails
Laugh before the pain
I follow down the velvet undertow
But love and years are not for sale
We'll see how long we last
In our old house on the lake
But I hear his voice close in my ear
I blink and while my eyes are closed
I see her smile and wave

In our old house on the lake

Blue bare room, the wood and nails