The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair - Sting/J. Ralph

Written by：Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner/Josh Ralph

If I should close my eyes that my soul can see

And there's a place at the table that you saved for me

So many thousand miles over land and sea

I hope to dare that you hear my prayer

And somehow I'll be there

It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay

And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay

But there's a shaft of light where I count my days

So don't despair of the empty chair

And somehow I'll be there

Some days I'm strong some days I'm weak

And days when I'm broken I can barely speak

There's a place in my head where my thoughts still roam

Somehow I've come home

And when the Winter comes and the trees lie bare

And you just stare out the window in the darkness there

Well I was always late for every meal you'll swear

But keep my place and the empty chair

And somehow I'll be there

And somehow I'll be there