Who left the second chair?
Plays his father's guitar and says the songs were already inside it
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 5.6s
- length
- 3:53
- language
- En
lyrics
I came in from Kejetia, dust on my shirt The room was clean, one cup on the bench By the cracked brown table, I stood in the dirt Then I saw two chairs, placed close on the trench The clock on the wall said quarter to eight No knock on the door, no voice in the hall One chair knew my weight, the other sat straight Like it had been waiting there through it all I touched the cane seat, cool under my hand Looked at the window, then back at the floor Nobody spoke, nobody made a stand Still that second chair kept asking for more Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? I set down my hat by the metal tray The ceiling fan turned slow, pushing heat around The red enamel mug had a bruise of gray And that extra chair never made a sound I pulled it a little, the legs kissed tile It slid like a guess across the room Not a word from the house, not even a smile Just the wood and my breath in the quiet gloom If somebody passed here, they passed without trace If somebody sat there, they sat and were gone But the chair held its place, right in my space Like a greeting that stayed after dawn Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? At dawn I will ask the woman next door If she saw that chair standing by my wall Maybe it came with the rain from the floor Maybe it knows a name I still won't call Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair? Who left the second chair?