Three Empty Chairs

Verse 1

The house still creaks at 2 AM

Like boots walking down the hall again

Coffee stains on the old wood table

Stories unfinished, if love was able

Your flannel jacket still hangs by the door

Like you might walk right in like before

But silence learned your favorite song

And now the nights feel twice as long

Pre-Chorus

I keep reaching for voices

That the wind already stole

Trying to patch broken heavens

With hands that can’t hold ghosts

Chorus

Now there’s three empty chairs where my heroes used to be

One for my father, one for my brother Everett and one for my brother Bill beside me

And every sunset burns your names across the sky

Some people leave this world

But never really say goodbye

I still hear laughter in the static air

Around those three empty chairs

Verse 2

Bill always carried fire in his soul

Everett could calm the storm when life lost control

Dad said, “Son, keep your heart strong”

Even when the road feels wrong

Now I drive these old hometown streets

With memories riding shotgun seats

Trying not to fall apart

While carrying all of you inside my heart

Pre-Chorus

And grief’s a river canyon

Cutting deep through soul and bone

But love leaves fingerprints

Even after someone’s gone

Chorus

Now there’s three empty chairs where my heroes used to be

One for my father, one for my brother Everett and one for my brother Bill beside me

And every sunset burns your names across the sky

Some people leave this world

But never really say goodbye

I still hear laughter in the static air

Around those three empty chairs

Bridge

If heaven’s got front porches

I know you’re sitting there tonight

Probably arguing old stories

Under porchlight halos shining white

And maybe when my days are done

You’ll meet me down that road somewhere

Till then I’ll keep singing to

Those three empty chairs

Final Chorus

Yeah there’s three empty chairs

But your love still lives with me

In every scar, every prayer, every piece I’ll ever be

And though this world keeps turning

It ain’t the same down here

Since heaven stole Everett

And Bill disappeared

Still I raise a glass into the midnight air

For those three empty chair