Empty closet, empty heart
Empty morning, day won't start
Well, I got no place to go now
I really do not know how
To like my life, now that you're gone
Empty mailbox, empty head
Empty promise, empty bed
I really can't believe in the thought of you just leaving
But no one's here, You must be gone
I guess I took you for granted
I thought of us as one
But now the laugh's on me 'cause your half of me
Just took off with the sun
Empty pocket, empty day
Empty feeling won't go away
Well, I never meant to use you
And I never thought I'd lose you
But no one's here and you are gone
Empty closet, empty heart
Empty morning, day won't start
Well, I got no place to go now
I really do not know how
To like my life, now that you're gone
I got an empty icebox, I got an empty head
And it's an empty morning in my empty bed
There's nothing in the mailbox there's nothing in my heart
And I'm feeling kind of lonely 'cause the day won't start
Empty was written by Harry Chapin.
Empty was produced by Jac Holzman.
Harry Chapin released Empty on Sat Mar 11 1972.