Old Chairs

 

Old Chairs

How many legs stuck in this ground
how many sights not worth the sound
that a stranger makes
that a coal train takes away from here
takes away from here

How many hearts come here to live
how many beggars come here to give
from what I can see
trying to separate me from you
take me away from you

Old chairs by the curb
old stories never heard
old people hanging on
young kids come and gone
away…from here

Used to be there
used to be there
just sit and stare
at old chairs
at old chairs

How many bottles will see me through
how many years will it take to get back to you
surrounded by those who want for fancy clothes
to take them away
to take them away

Old chairs pass through hands
making other plans
generations on the wall
high wire act for one and all
’round here

Used to be there
used to be there
just sit and stare
at old chairs
at old chairs