Song Description
Song about a woman's loss of her husband after 40 years of marriage. The "Empty Chair" describing the graphic absence of what used to be...
Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Classic |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Disturbed |
Subject |
Philosophy |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Empty Chair
She'll get used to anything
Just given time enough
Took a while getting used to the wedding ring
But then it was never coming off
Now she's getting used to a bigger world
Too much space in the house
40 years down the line "boy meets girl"
Turns in to "wife loses spouse"
And that empty chair, empty chair
She'll turn to look but he's not there
Wrapped up in the blues trying to get used
To that empty chair, empty chair
That empty chair, empty chair
Loss is a force to be reckoned with
You just can't replace a soul
Loss will leave you drifting aimlessly
With no desires or goals
Now she's getting used to a bigger world
Getting used to time standing still
And if losing him didn't yet mark her face
Then missing him will
And that empty chair, empty chair
She'll turn to look but he's not there
Wrapped up in the blues trying to get used
To that empty chair, empty chair
That empty chair, empty chair
When your life feels like some kind of curse
And every day makes it all a little worse
And you need him to take you out of the rain
But there's just no helping it you're stuck with the pain
And that empty chair, empty chair
She'll turn to look but he's not there
Wrapped up in the blues trying to get used
To that empty chair, empty chair
That empty chair, empty chair