Empty tables left to clear Voices thinner every year Places fill but not for long Names grow shorter in the song Rooms with lights on, no one home Chairs forget who used to roam Missed the street, forgot the sound Walked too far to turn around Doors stay closed though none were locked Dreams turn bitter when they're stocked Places fill but not for long Names grow shorter in the song Rooms with lights on, no one home Chairs forget who used to roam