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 good night.
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 your face appears;
But it's just a crazy game; when it ends, it ends in tears.
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,
Oh, please be there, still in love with me.