Empty Chairs
Don McLean
Solo (1976)

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night,
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright.
Beams of blue come flickering through my windowpane,
Like Gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame.

And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, that
Although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would.

Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face.
Chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase.
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head,
A sympathy bouquet left with a love that's dead.

And I wonder if you know, that I never understood,
That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would.

Never thought the words you said were true.
Never thought you said just what you meant.
Never knew how much I needed you.
Never thought you'd leave, until you went.

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret.
Evening brings the memories I can't forget.
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs,
Empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs.

And I wonder if you know, that I never understood,
That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would.