No one ever sits in the sitting room They only go in there to dust and run the vacuum Once a year a tree goes up and the lights go on But no one really goes in there No one fires up that old fireplace But it sure does look inviting, and it fills up the space Just above hangs a painting of Two kids in love But no one's building fires in there The silver is sterling, the china is bone Locked away in the hutch by the rotary phone I say tonight, it'd be good for us both To turn this house upside down and back into a home And just let go No one ever plays that old piano It's just a surface for pictures and candles We sometimes give a chord a try As we walk by But no one's playing songs in there The silver is sterling, the china is bone Locked away in the hutch by the rotary phone I say tonight, it'd be good for us both To turn this house upside down and back into a home And just let go No one ever sits in the sitting room They only go in there to dust and run the vacuum