Your Memory’s Gone To Rest

Your picture's in the closet
Covered with a sheet that used to drape our bed
And I can't find your glasses on the table
Where you often sat and read

Your car's down at the station
And your clothes are in the cleaners being pressed
That's why the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to rest

Your chair is being covered
It had finally seen the best of better days
The kids put up your tennis racket n
Now nobody hardly ever plays

Your coffee mug is gone
And by mistake the Goodwill people took your desk
That's why the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to rest

Your memory's gone away from home
Finally it's leaving me alone alone

There's nothing left to think about
Nothing to remember or regret
Now the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to rest

Now the house is empty
Oh, thank God
Your memory's finally gone to rest