The empty room that you asked me to build
It is now full of cobwebs and mold on the windowsill
My how dirty the window is I can\'t even see the old mill
The door is falling off the hinges
I finally stopped going on binges
The curtains have lost their fringes
The marks are still there where the fire singed it
The steps are broken
And the azaleas are being choked
By the weeds the old natives used to smoke
I don\'t know if I am able to fix her up
But I\'ll try until my back gives up
My old bones cant cut the mustard and my back ain\'t up to snuff
At least you didn\'t have to see everything go downhill
Everyone left the town when they shut down that old mill
It was passed time though, that\'s how I feel
I moved back in cause your son went up on my rent bill
I stuck out like a third wheel
Anyway just wanted to say hi and see if you love me still
I\'ll be with you soon not much time left now to kill
You were smart to get out when you did but see you soon I will
I\'m going to be going now I\'m already at the bottom of the hill.
MDR