Lyrics

- He took the pictures from the wall. The house no longer was a home. He walked on down the empty hall. Alone. Alone. Alone. Somehow nothin's left but memories. Times he had, good and bad, mostly sad. And the love a family brings us, a life of feelin' free. Somehow nothin's left but odds and ends, and memories. Memories. And as the dusk turned to the night, and whispered "it'll be all right." \ A window opened to his soul. Left the key, shut the door, light might shine one more. Once more. Somehow nothin's left but memories. Times he had, good and bad, glad and sad. A love a family brings us, it's intricate simplicity. Somehow nothin's left but odds and end and memories. Memories.