Lyrics

In this town, no chair is truly empty
It’s just waiting in a different way

There’s a café made of mismatched doors
One table set for almost two
One cup, two saucers, steam that swears
It’s drawing somebody into view
I sit with my best Sunday silence
And the coat I never threw away

I don’t call it haunting
I don’t call it pain
I call it love continuing
In a softer kind of frame

Dance slow with the empty chair
Let the missing have some air
If your heart can’t hold the whole thing
Hold the part that’s still right there
Dance slow with the empty chair
No pretend, no perfect pair
In this unusual Valentine
Love meets you
Where you are

Outside, the town begins its evening loop
Old couples step like turning pages
Lantern cords weave heart knots overhead
As if the sky is learning stitches
Streetlights pulse in gentle breathing
Not bright, just faithful in the fog
And on the cobblestones, our footsteps
Leave stitched marks that glow, then stop
A band rehearses down the block
Their sound waves fold like fabric in the air
My chair across from me stays quiet
But it listens like it cares

I used to hide my loneliness
Like it was something to repent
This town just sets another saucer down
And calls it space
Not end

Dance slow with the empty chair
Let the missing have some air
If the night brings back old names
Don’t fight, just place them there
Dance slow with the empty chair
Let your shoulders learn to spare
In this unusual Valentine
Love stays soft
And fair

At the soup counter, bowls slide closer by themselves
So nobody eats alone by accident
Breath in the cold becomes one shared cloud
One rhythm, one gentle consent
I look at the chair and I say no drama
Thank you for keeping the shape
And my own shadow answers first
By stepping into the same pace

Dance slow with the empty chair
Let tomorrow start from there
When the world calls you finished
This town calls you still
Still here
In this unusual Valentine
Love meets you
Where you are