Second chair, second chair
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
the numbers
- bpm
- 108
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.58
- vocal at
- 7.0s
- length
- 2:48
- language
- En
lyrics
I set the kettle on the hob by the sink One chair by the table, a mug in the drink Then there it was, tucked neat by the door A second chair sitting where none sat before No note on the shelf, no knock on the wall Just a leg in the light and a shadow less tall I touched the back rail, cold varnish and pine And pulled my old chair back to let it align Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair No one said a word Second chair, second chair At half past six, the rain hit the pane Brown boots by the mat held the last of the stain Your coat still hung there, blue wool on the hook I counted the cups and I glanced, then I looked The table had room for a plate and a prayer But the space in between held that extra chair Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair No one said a word Second chair, second chair I laughed at the draft as it slid through the room At the teaspoon that chimed in the old sugar spoon Still the boards didn't creak, still the fire burned low And the chair stayed put, like it had somewhere to go Second chair, second chair Second chair, second chair No one said a word Second chair, second chair