Old Wooden Chair Lyrics

Nothing as empty as that old wooden chair

And all of the hours you spent there

And all of the stories you used to share

Used to repeat 'em no one cared

Room is so empty

Chair sits cold

I'm hoping someday to get old

The essence of jasmine still hangs in the air

Hands on the clock move so slow

I'll tend to the garden it's so overgrown

With things that don't matter anymore

Should have known better should have known what to say

Send you a blessing on your way

What are the lessons would you do things the same

Any new rules to play the game