[Intro] [Instrumental] [Interlude] (Oh-oh-oh...) (The wind hits the porch of the old ranch... quiet. Just the sound of the evening breeze.) [Verse] Dust on the wooden floor, boots by the open door The sun's going down on the prairie outside I walked through the screen door, expecting your smile Instead, there’s a silence that’s miles wide A white envelope resting right there on the table Ink still fresh, like your hand just let go You said you needed a world I was never quite able To give you... God, that hurts more than you know. [Chorus] And your (scent) is still there in the empty room Lingerin' softly through the afternoon I’m holding onto a ghost, I know it's not real It’s the only thing left of the way you still feel Oh, the house is too big and the night is so cold With a million sweet stories we never got old... Your scent is still there.(Still here...) [Verse 2] The coffee mug sits where you left it half-full I haven't dared move it, it's losing its heat The porch swing is creaking, it's pulling my heartstrings Without your soft laughter down here on the street (farm) The horses are restless, they're looking for you Out by the fence where the wild roses grew I stare at the horizon, where highway meets dust Wondering how love turns into pure rust. [Bridge] [Instrumental] (Yeah, time tries to wash it all away...) The memories are fading like tracks in the clay The pictures grow blurry, your face gets untied [Spoken words] (...but the air in this room won't let go of your pride.) It’s just a trick of my mind, or an ache in my chest— [Hook] [Ad-libs: Oh-oh, yeah, don't leave me this way...] You’re gone, but you're breathin' right here in my chest! [Chorus] And your (scent) is still there in the empty room Lingerin' softly through the afternoon I’m holding onto a ghost, I know it's not real It’s the only thing left of the way you still feel Oh, the house is too big and the night is so cold With a million sweet stories we never got old... Your scent is still there. [Interlude] [Instrumental] (Breathe in... breathe out...) [Outro] Just the smell of your perfume, lingerin' on... Even though, darling... you're already gone. [Spoken words] (I swear I can still smell you right here...) [Fade out ]
