There's an empty jar of make-up on the nightstand by the bed It keeps bringin' all the mem'ries of the love that we once had Vacant closet in our bedroom where her clothes used to hang And all the pictures that we had lyin' there in broken frames There's an ole pair of slippers a forgotten brush and comb And the goodbye note she left me signs of a woman gone I miss the sounds of early morning and the gentle things she'd say Suddenly the stillness finds me as I start another day I can't recall a sadder situation Where everything I see is out of place I miss her warmth and beauty as I stand here alone And all these things are signs of a woman gone There's an ole pair of slippers...