Second chair, second chair
Still plays the eighty-dollar guitar he bought at nineteen and refuses better ones
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 4.5s
- length
- 3:39
- language
- En
lyrics
I set my keys by the dented oak door Twelve-fifteen on the stove, and a coffee ring stain I walked back in and saw one chair I never saw before By the Bible on the shelf, still none of us said a name Four legs on the floor, like it never moved Same worn cane seat, same chip in the paint I looked at you once, you looked at me too And the whole little room just held its breath Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair Nobody said a word in there Second chair, second chair By the window fan, it sat under the map With an ashtray full of rain and a split lip of wood I heard your spoon tap once against the glass Then that old floorboard creak where the hallway stood No one asked why, no one reached for it Just a coat on the hook and a half-poured glass I kept my hand on the back of it Like I knew that chair from a long way back Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair Nobody said a word in there Second chair, second chair At the H-E-B bag on the kitchen tile I saw two mugs, one cold, one warm You stared at the grain in the pine for a while Then you crossed your arms and let it storm Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair Nobody said a word in there Second chair, second chair