Jesse, come home,
There's a hole in the bed,
Where we slept.

Now it's growing cold.
Hey, Jesse, your face,
And the place where we lay,

By the hearth, all apart.
It hangs on my heart.


And I'm leaving the light on the stair.
No, I'm not scared, I wait for you.
Hey, Jesse, I'm lonely, come home.


Jesse, the floors and the boards,
Recalling your step,

And I remember, too.
All the pictures are shaded,
And fading in gray.

But I still set a place,
At the table at noon.


And I'm leaving the light on the stair,
No, I'm not scared, I wait for you.
Hey, Jesse, I'm lonely, come home.