the old chair

the old chair

the old chair

it gets that they don't want it anymore

the split seams

and bad dreams

i'm fluttering like a dollar to the floor

you get to wonder what you do it for

and if you're not there to meet me

only shadows gonna greet me

the moment i go stepping through the door

my heart pounds

i hear sounds

like laughter coming softly through the walls

the high times

turn sidelines

this game it makes a fool out of us all

you're off but you ain't hardly

kicked the ball

and if you're not there to meet me

only absence gonna greet me

the moment i go stepping through the door

and if you're not there to meet me

just what is gonna greet me

the moment i go stepping through the door