A House Is Not a Home - Steve Tyrell

A chair is still a chair

Even when there’s no one sitting there.

But a chair is not a house

And a house is not a home

When there’s no one there to hold you tight

And no one there you can kiss goodnight.

A room is still a room

Even when there’s nothing there but gloom.

But a room is not a house

And a house is not a home

When the two of us are far apart.

And one of us has a broken heart.

Now and then I call your name

And suddenly a face appears.

But it’s just a crazy game

And it ends,

It ends in tears.

So darling, have a heart.

Don’t let one mistake keep us apart.

I’m not meant to live alone,

Turn this house into a home.

When I climb the stair and turn the key,

Please be there,

Still in love with me.