Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Verse 1
There’s a mug with your lipstick still ghostin’ the rim
And a page in your book where the plot’s getting thin
The screen door still creaks like it’s callin’ you in
And I sit in your chair ’til the morning begins
Verse 2
There’s a hole in the screen where the flies all get through
But I ain’t fixin’ nothin’—that’s a job meant for two
And the wind brings me back to that laugh that you do
That sounds like a record half-skipping the truth
Chorus
Two chairs on the porch, one rockin’, one still
One heart in the kitchen, one up on the hill
If I talk to the air, does it answer in kind?
You were never the leavin’ sort, you just ran outta time
Verse 3
I feed your old cat who still don’t like me much
She’ll hiss at my boots but she misses your touch
And the radio’s stuck on that station you loved
Where the preacher and doo-wop go pushin’ and shove
Bridge
Neighbors all whisper but they don’t know the tale
Of the time you threw lemons and missed the old pail
And I laughed so damn hard, I near cried in the yard
And you said, “Life’s a joke… if you play it that hard”
Chorus
Two chairs on the porch, one shadow, one frame
One soul on a journey, one stuck with your name
And I raise my glass to the stars and the pines—
You were never the leavin’ sort, you just ran outta time
Outro
So I sit here each morning, still sharin’ your tea
’Cause one chair’s still empty
But it’s not empty to me
Verse 1
There’s a mug with your lipstick still ghostin’ the rim
And a page in your book where the plot’s getting thin
The screen door still creaks like it’s callin’ you in
And I sit in your chair ’til the morning begins
Verse 2
There’s a hole in the screen where the flies all get through
But I ain’t fixin’ nothin’—that’s a job meant for two
And the wind brings me back to that laugh that you do
That sounds like a record half-skipping the truth
Chorus
Two chairs on the porch, one rockin’, one still
One heart in the kitchen, one up on the hill
If I talk to the air, does it answer in kind?
You were never the leavin’ sort, you just ran outta time
Verse 3
I feed your old cat who still don’t like me much
She’ll hiss at my boots but she misses your touch
And the radio’s stuck on that station you loved
Where the preacher and doo-wop go pushin’ and shove
Bridge
Neighbors all whisper but they don’t know the tale
Of the time you threw lemons and missed the old pail
And I laughed so damn hard, I near cried in the yard
And you said, “Life’s a joke… if you play it that hard”
Chorus
Two chairs on the porch, one shadow, one frame
One soul on a journey, one stuck with your name
And I raise my glass to the stars and the pines—
You were never the leavin’ sort, you just ran outta time
Outro
So I sit here each morning, still sharin’ your tea
’Cause one chair’s still empty
But it’s not empty to me
