Lonely
Four eyes after lonely I sing
every one of them
The old guitar against my knee
Carries the first three
The fourth outlasts the chord And
reaches the empty chair
My thumb lifts from the
sixth string
One breath in
I turn across the room
Lonely
I can fill the empty chair
Lonely
Till I have to stop for
air
Twenty voices crowd the room One
low, one high,
one line at a time Every
voice in this room is mine
Every voice in this room is
mine
The chair is one hand from
my knee I could touch it
between changes Instead I send the
high part there And lay it
on the back
Then one below,
then one below Nineteen,
twenty from one throat
When the open strings go quiet
The chair does not move an
inch
Lonely
I can fill the empty chair
Lonely
Till I have to stop for
air Twenty voices crowd the room
One low, one high,
one line at a time Every
voice in this room is mine
Every voice in this room is
mine I try it with one
wire Lonely It ends inside my
mouth My hand stays clear of
all six strings
One breath
Another
Across the room The chair becomes
a chair