Old Wooden Chair

Nothing as empty as that old wooden chair
And all of the hours you spent there
And all of the stories you used to share
Used to repeat 'em no one cared

Room is so empty
Chair sits cold
I'm hoping someday to get old

The essence of jasmine still hangs in the air
Hands on the clock move so slow
I'll tend to the garden it's so overgrown
With things that don't matter anymore

Should have known better should have known what to say
Send you a blessing on your way
What are the lessons would you do things the same
Any new rules to play the game



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Law
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