Empty Seats

from Overgrowth by Manna Frost Trio

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lyrics

Always thought it was fine,
what I recall
But one bad week
will change it all

Shell it out for a day
to drag on the bottom
and row alone
until they’re gone

All wrapped up
and out of reach
It appears
it’s every year

So I’ll take up everything,
send it to the wind,
and maybe hope that a breeze
will let me in

All the secrets that you keep
and all the stories that you read
never put you any closer
to what you need

And I’ll always get sad
listening to the Dead
Driving down to Assateague
in my head

Does it ever fade away,
all the people and every place,
trapped inside of my head
at the end of the day?

Empty seats
it’s often strange
The way is straight,
long and grey
Can’t look away

Take a moment that you need,
keep it for a week,
and find out that the game
is not what it seems

And I’ll drive a thousand miles
to see if I get tired
Take a break
and give it a try