Did you stick with me? Let me jog my memory... I see you leaving. Oh, don't forget your T.V. -- It's not a house anymore It's not a house anymore It's not a house anymore It's not a house anymore That October he came over every day. The smell of loose-leaf joints on jeans and we would play, "It's not a house anymore." Try to recognize your son -- In your eyes he's gone gone gone... Is there anyone who wants to see the sun go down down down...