Cold Coffee Lonesome

Empty chair across the table, cold coffee in my cup. Nights like this, I'm barely able to keep my spirit up. Woke up reaching for your side. Pillow trembles, but you're gone. Hearts are hollow, aching right. Singing solitary songs. Windows rattle in the breeze. No laughter fills the air. Just the quiet on its knees. And me pulling my hand. Clock ticks slow, marks the hours. No footsteps at the door. Wilted flowers lose their powers. Can't bloom. Can't bloom here anymore. Loneliness, you shadow me. Cling like dew on morning grass. Through the storm, I still can see a spark that time can't pass. Oh, loneliness, you're deep and true. But I'll rise when morning calls. Carry on, just me and you. Till the empty hallway falls. Paved paths lead to nowhere fast. Street lamps flicker cold and gray. Memories cling from days long past, but fade a little each day. No hands to warm these trembling ones. No voice to break the hush underneath the midnight suns. I learn to bear the crushed friends way by. But don't come near. They see the weight I hold. I'm a ghost in my own sphere. A story left untold. Loneliness will walk this road. Hand in empty hand, it's clear. But deep inside, a seed is sowed for brighter days. To appear, yeah, brighter days. guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo