I got the idea for this song after coming home from an extended hospital stay to learn that, not only had my love at the time decided to break up with me, but to also move someone new into the house...while I slept on the sofa...
STRANGER IN THE HOUSE (B. Davis)
This might not have been one of the great romances/But I know I miss the sparkle in your eyes/Now they're looking down in worn-out, bitter glances/At the ghost of the man who walks round in my disguise.
I get the feeling that I don't belong here/There's no welcome in the window anyway/And I look down for a number on my keychain/Because this feels more like a motel every day.
CHORUS: There's a stranger in the house, no one has seen his face/And everybody swears he's taking my place/There's a stranger in the house nobody ever sees/But everyone's saying he looks like me.
Now you say that you have no expectations/But I also know you miss those carefree days/And with all the angry words that pass between us/You still don't seem to get it when I say:
CHORUS.