Jesse
Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bedWhere we slept; now it's growing cold.Jesse your face, in the place where we layBy the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
And I'm leaving the light on the stairsNo I'm not scared; I wait for youHey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the stairs in the halls, recallingYour step; and I remember too.All the pictures are shaded and fading in greyAnd I still set a place on the table at noon
And I'm leaving the light on the stairsNo I'm not scared; I wait for youHey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the spread on the bed,It's like when you left, I kept it for you.All the blues and the greens have been recently cleanedAnd are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairsI'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawaresHey Jesse, it's lonely, come home