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