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Never take one single day for granted and always say I Love You like it's the last time you'll get the chance
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Colleen Laylon, Melissa Yamello
Colleen Laylon, Melissa Yamello, BMI, 2014
Colleen Laylon Work Tapes
Sat Jul 12, 2014
Country : Country General
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» highest in charts:   # 10   (68,388 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 1   (20,152 songs currently listed in Country > Country General)
» today's position: # 26 in Country
» today's position in sub-genre: # 9 in Country General
About the song
I worked on this hook and idea for several months before inviting my lovely and talented cowriter Melissa Yamello on board to help give it the wings it needed.
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© Colleen Laylon, Melissa Yamello words/music BMI, 2014

Vox-Beau Fuller
Piano, Production- David Norris

V1
Orange stray cat's sittin'
in your Empty parkin' space
Dandelions are poppin' up
all over the place
Blue Big Wheels playin'
hide-an-seek with the weeds
Girl l can't find it in me
ain't mowed the grass in weeks

Climb
Parked here cry'in in this driveway,
again tonight
Bet the neighbors think,
that I've lost my mind.....

Chorus
Empty.... this house just don't feel like home anymore
each day.. it gets harder then the day before
Empty rooms, empty beds,
Empty hole in my chest,
I'm hanging on... to ev'ry memory
without you and the kids... here with me
I'm so... Empty

V2
Walkin' up the front porch
there's no piles of toys an' shoes
Ain't no pretty flowers
to remind me of you
Can't help it I still pray
your all waitin' at the door
But when I turn that key,
silence cuts me to the core

Climb
I long to hear little footsteps
racin' down the hall
and the laughter that we shared,
bouncin' off these walls

Partial Chorus
Empty.... this house just don't feel like home anymore
each day.. it gets harder then the day before
Empty rooms, empty beds,
Empty hole in my chest,
I'm hanging on... to ev'ry memory
without you and the kids... here with me

Bridge
He was driving drunk, when he crossed that line
and hit your mini van head on that night
I was your husband, and their daddy
but he took the man I used to be

Repeat Full Chorus