Nobody said a word in there

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bpm

172

key

A# major

energy

0.70

dance

0.96

valence

0.44

vocal at

3.7s

length

3:43

language

En

lyrics

I came in from 8th Avenue, keys in my hand

There was a second chair by the sink, where no chair had been

Same oak legs, one nick by the brace, sitting low and plain

No note on the table, no call on the line, just a chair in the rain

I ran my thumb over the seat and the worn-out seam

Looked at the other one like it might know what it means

The floorboard creaked once, then the whole room went still

I set my coffee on the counter, and I took it in

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Sittin' there like it belonged there

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Nobody said a word in there

By noon there was a dent in the cushion, soft and deep

A coat on the back with a grocery store tag by the sleeve

I found two spoons in the dish rack, one bright, one dull

And the window over the maple tree was open a little

I heard the fridge hum and the ice drop slow

Watched that chair catch the pale light from the porch below

I didn't ask who brought it, didn't reach for the phone

Some things walk in quiet and make themselves known

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Sittin' there like it belonged there

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Nobody said a word in there

That night I slid it back from the card table, slow

Set a glass of sweet tea where the clean wood showed

Two chairs on the linoleum, square to the plate

One for the life I was livin', one for whatever stayed

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Sittin' there like it belonged there

Second chair, second chair, second chair, second chair

Nobody said a word in there