Save Him a Seat

The turkey is carved,

the gravy is passed

We talk about weather

to make the quiet last

But everyone's looking

at the head of the floor

At the wooden frame

by the kitchen door (mhmmm)

Then little Lucy

looks up from her plate

She points at the cushion

and can't seem to wait

She asks, 'Why is nobody

sitting right there?'

And a heavy silence

hangs thick in the air

Save him a seat

in every story

Keep him alive

in the laughter we share

He's right there

in the warmth and the glory

And the love that still fills up his chair

(oh,

save him a seat)

Then Grandma smiles

through a tear in her eye

Pulling out old photos

from years gone by

We remember the jokes,

the way he would tease

Till the room starts to laugh

like a warm autumn breeze Save him a seat

in every story

Keep him alive

in the laughter we share

He's right there

in the warmth and the glory

And the love that still fills up his chair

(yeah,

always a seat)

We look at the table,

the grief is now grace

As we raise up a glass

to his favorite place (hmmmmm)