Lights On

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