When a western man loses his best friend Many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief Is a name for his own fears Oh, the
Translation: Winwood, Steve. Vacant Chair.
When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the
through the sky And every hour that passes, is teachin' me how to cry 'Cause it's lonely here in the ugly part of town The buildings are all vacant and
Earthquakin, trunk shakin (shakin), the realest in my state and (say what?) The treat me like I'm God, they be like As-Salamu Alaykum, so vacant [Chorus
listen and consume. I'm a prisoner of doom. [Verse 1: (Madchild)] Star issue. Scar tissue. I wish you would die, I'll miss you. Sittin' in the chair
sleep I give him my soul, my body, I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm staring
left to give me joy Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair Is at the old home, awaiting him there Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
to spare So I sit here and watch from the porch Drinkin whiskey in granddaddy's chair Ferris wheel lights look like pictures I'd seen in a book somewhere Vacant
Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deck chairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three
the arm hate burns illusion pain pain pain] listen to the sound crashing down into it the needle is walk out in the street see the vacant eyes dreaming
I'm hanging out with me And you're a vacant chair A chosen compromise This space we rarely share And if you lived here you'd be home now So what you
then I won your rockin' chair Chorus: Your rockin' chair Your rockin' chair Now, I can hear the creakin' The sound there on the floor The way ya rock that chair
your teeth If you wanted some more Or just keep dancing with your chin and vacant stare The boundless worth in every movement With you seated in your chair
give me joy Tell him that his mother with faded cheeks and hair Is at the old home place awaiting him there Out in the hallway then stands a vacant chair
cancerous spouse. Drop this house, watch the pink flamingo dance. Gagged and boiled. Under loves toil, dance together, breed some romance. Chairs, vacant