[Verse 1] (Male) You fold your sweater on the back of that chair Say, "I might be late, don't wait up Got a list of things I gotta figure out" I just nod, but it tears me up (Female) You stare at your boots like they hold the truth Mumble, "Do what you feel you gotta do" But your voice shakes like a screen door in the wind I’m already missing you [Chorus] (Both) We’re talkin’ like strangers about our own house Same four walls, but we’re wearin’ out Every picture on the mantle feels afraid to fall You reach for my hand, then you let it go I’m here, you’re here, but we’re both alone If this ain’t goodbye, then what do we call it at all [Verse 2] (Female) Your plate’s still sittin’ on the edge of the sink You hate when I leave it there Now you just walk by and you don’t say a word Like you’re scared of touchin’ air (Male) Your perfume lingers in the hall by the light Like it’s waitin’ on a ride back home I hear your key in the door, but it’s just my mind Playin’ tricks so I’m not alone [Chorus] (Both) We’re talkin’ like strangers about our own house Same four walls, but we’re wearin’ out Every picture on the mantle feels afraid to fall You reach for my hand, then you let it go I’m here, you’re here, but we’re both alone If this ain’t goodbye, then what do we call it at all [Bridge] (Male) If you said "stay," I’d drop my pride (Female) If you said "go," I’d still ask why (Both) We’re standin’ in the doorway of the life we built Too scared to choose a side [Chorus] (Both) We’re talkin’ like strangers about our own house Same four walls, but we’re wearin’ out Every picture on the mantle feels afraid to fall You reach for my hand, then you let it go (let it go) I’m here, you’re here, but we’re both alone If this ain’t goodbye, then what do we call it at all [Outro] (Female, soft) If this ain’t goodbye (Male, soft) Maybe it’s worse than goodbye after all

country, Gentle country ballad with warm acoustic guitars, brushed drums, and soft pedal steel. Intimate male and female vocals trading lines, then blending in tight harmonies on the chorus. Subtle piano fills in the gaps; song builds from fragile verse to a fuller, emotional final chorus, then drops back to a hush on the last line., female vocals, ballad

Two Empty Chairs