KEVIN PAIGE
PHIL BARNHART
HILLARY LINDSEY
I’M STARING AT THIS EMPTY CHAIR
LISTENING FOR THE LAUGHTER
THAT WENT CLEAR UP TO THE CEILING
SO LONG SINCE YOU WERE SITTING THERE
NOW THE RUST IS RUSTING, AND THE PAINT IS PEELING
I MISS YOU
I READ YOUR LETTERS AND I ALMOST BREAK
THERE WARM LIKE FLANNEL
I STILL SMELL YOUR AFTERSHAVE
I DON’T SPEND ALL MY TIME
MISSING YOU LIKE THIS
BUT WHEN IT HITS, IT HITS
CHORUS:
YOU FELT LIKE HOME
I FEEL YOU NOW
STRAIGHT TO THE BONE
I MISS YOU
WELL IT SURE CAN BE A LONELY PLACE
I WANNA LOOK UP AND SEE YOU
STANDING THERE IN THE DOORWAY
AND I’D GIVE ANYTHING TO KISS YOUR FCE
AND HELP YOU BLOW OUT THE CANDLES
ON YOUR NEST BIRTHDAY
(REPEAT CHORUS)
I WANNA HEAR YOU IN THE KITCHEN MAKING NOISE
SINGING OUT OF TUNE
AT THE TOP OF YOUR VOICE
I WEAR THESE MEMORIES
IT’S A BLESSING AND A CURSE
BUT WHEN IT HURTS, IT HURTS

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