House With No Curtains
Alan Jackson / Jim McBride
We still were our rings we still say I love you we both play the part oh so well
But everyone knows it's just a sad show and we're only fooling ourselves
It's like living in a house with no curtains the whole world can see what's inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But heartache has nowhere to hide
[ piano - steel ]
We could pack up and leave in different directions if we just had somewhere to go
We just keep on pretending afraid of the ending admitting what everyone knows
It's like living in a house with no curtains...
You can turn out the lights...
