I'm starrin' at this empty chair, listenin' for the laughter that went clear up to the ceiling. It's so long since you were sitting there and now the rust is rustin' and the paint is peelin'.
Fingertips tapping' on the table top. She's right there with you but she's not. It's like she hears other voices when you talk. She can't stop. She's gotta go doesn't know where don't know why.