The Old Chair Songtext / Lyric

The old chair, the old chair

It gets that they don't want it anymore

The split seams and bad dreams

I'm fluttering like a dollar to the floor, oh

You get to wonder what you do it for, oh



And if you're not there to meet me

That shadow gonna greet me

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, oh

You're off but you ain't hardly touched the ball, oh



And if you're not there to meet me

Only absence gonna greet me

The moment I go stepping through the door



If you're not there to meet me

Just who is gonna greet me

The moment I go stepping through the door