In the kitchen, at the table
in front of the window
breathing the morning air,
I tell you of my night,
my lonely night,
as I talk to your empty chair
In the kitchen, at the table
in front of the window,
a chill is in the air.
I tell you of the day ahead,
the lonely day,
As I talk to your empty chair.
In the kitchen, at the table
in front of the window,
It's hard without you here.
I tell you of the garden
my heart softens
as I talk to your empty chair
In the kitchen, at the table
in the center of the room
It's ok that you're not here
I'll tell you goodbye---my heart's alive!
Someone else is in your chair.
In the kitchen, at the table
Everything is different here
I tell him that you're gone
I'm moving on
Talking over coffee, we're a pair
