Dionne Warwick his house and me

Over by fire stands a chair
That's chair he use to sit in
His favorite chair now seems there
So empty and alone
In the closet hangs, a wore out shirt
That's the shirt he lie around in
That polo shirt, left hanging there
That he no longer wears
This once was the house with
He use to live with me
This once was his house the
House where live with me