A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

These lyrics worked well for a creative writing exercise with my adult students.

A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sittin’ there

But a chair is not a house, and a house is not a home

When there’s no one there to hold you tight

And no one there you can kiss goodnight

A room is still a room, oh, even when there’s nothing there but gloom

But a room is not a house, and a house is not a home

When the two of us are far apart

And one of us has a broken heart.

(And if you haven’t heard Luther Vandross sing it live, it’s never too late!)