the empty chair

if i should close my eyes

that my soul can see

and there's a place at the table that you saved for me. so many thousand miles over land and sea

i hope to dare

that you hear my prayer

and somehow i'll be there. it's but a concrete floor where my head will lay

and though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay. but there's a shaft of light where i count my days

so don't despair of the empty chair

and somehow i'll be there. some days i'm strong

some days i'm weak

and days i'm so broken i can barely speak

there's a place in my head where my thoughts still roam

where somehow i've come home. and when the winter comes and the trees lie bare

and you just stare out the window in the darkness there. well i was always late for every meal you'll swear

but keep my place and the empty chair

and somehow i'll be there

and somehow i'll be there.