I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me

I take a glance around and things look pretty good
Judging by my neighbor's house, they look just like they should
But something isn't right, something doesn't fit
But I can not put my finger on exactly what it is

So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me

These creaky closets have been filled up deep and wide
But every time I open one, there's nothing there inside
So I fill 'til I can hardly shut the door, but you know
All these things just make it seem more empty than before

So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me

Hot rain hits the pavement, dries up just as soon as it falls
Like golden opportunities when no one takes the call
Should I be letting go of answers I may never need
Or chasing after storms just so I can catch a little breeze

I've got piles of books in every corner of my mind
I'm digging through for any new solution I can find
But all these answers are just clutter up until
I have a question that can hold them like a shelf

I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me