Livin' In The House (Chris Hillman/Steve Hill)


She rarely ventures from her door
Staring at the dress she wore
A bridal gown from yesterday
Her dreams have drifted away

Unforgiving and forsaking
Thoughts that keep her heart from making
There's pleasure in her misery
She locked the door and hid the key

Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay

SOLO

On the day they were to marry
She paced the floor, began to worry
And as time passed that day
She knew her love had gone away

He left no rhyme, left no reason
Left her alone still believin'
In a life they built to stay
Now a prison made of clay

Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay

Livin' in the house she grew up in
Safely out of harm's way
A prisoner of her emotions
In a prison made of clay

Livin' in the house she grew up in
So close at home with her pain
The walls can always crumble
To set her free once again

Livin' in the house she grew up in


Desert Rose Band - Running
Curb Records 1988