The old chair
The old chair
It gets that they dont want it anymore

The split seams
And bad dreams
Im fluttering like a dollar to the floor

You get to wonder what you do it for

And if youre not there to meet me

Only shadows gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door


My heart pounds
I hear sounds
Like laughter coming softly through the walls

The high times
Turn sidelines
This game it makes a fool out of us all

Youre off but you aint hardly
Kicked the ball


And if youre not there to meet me
Only absence gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door


And if youre not there to meet me
Just what is gonna greet me

The moment I go stepping through the door