The Old Chair

The old chair
The old chair
It gets that they don't want it anymore
The split seams
And bad dreams
I'm fluttering like a dollar
To the floor
You get to wonder what you
Do it for

If you're not there to meet me
That shadow gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping
Through the door

My heart pounds
I hear sounds
Like laughter coming softly
Through the walls
The high times
Turn sidelines
This game it makes a fool out of us all
You're off but you ain't hardly
Touched the ball

If you're not there to meet me
Only absence gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping
Through the door

If you're not there to meet me
Just who is gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping
Through the door