The House

The house you live in don't mean much to me
The land it sits on don't mean anything
The clothes you wear seem a thin disguise
They way you talk it seems to patronize
What will you find to say the day there is hell to be paid

When it rains on your parade and your silver lining fades
You'll be knocking on a stranger's door
Trying to find some peace of mind
But no one's home, you're all alone

The paintings on your wall are old and rare
Impress 'em with your style, I don't care
'Cause I have seen and heard your other side
The one that pretty pictures cannot hide
How will you come around, the day it all crumbles down

When it rains on your parade and your silver lining fades
You'll be knocking on a stranger's door
Trying to find some peace of mind
But no one's home, you're all alone

When it rains on your parade and your silver lining fades
You'll be knocking on a stranger's door
Trying to find some peace of mind
But no one's home, you're all alone

All alone, you'll be all alone, you're all alone
All alone, you'll be all alone

Words and Music by Jack Weston
© 1997