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)