The Coldest Seat in the House

(Verse 1)
The neon’s humming a low, lonesome tune
Like it’s trying to talk to the man on the moon
I’m sitting right here where I sat yesterday
Watching the door in that same old way
The barkeep don't ask, he just fills up the glass
He knows that I’m waiting for shadows to pass
He thinks that I’m lonely, he thinks that I’m blue
But he don't know the secret I’m keeping from you.
(Chorus)
'Cause this is the coldest seat in the house
Since you left me here for a ghost and a mouse
They say that I’m crazy, they say I’ve lost track
But I’m just staying warm 'til you finally come back
Yeah, the whiskey is burning, but I’m still a stone
In the coldest seat that a man’s ever known.
(Verse 2)
I still got your picture tucked inside my coat
Right next to that final, heartbreaking note
The one where you told me we’re better apart
That you were just taking a piece of my heart
Well, I read it each morning to keep me awake
And I toast to the promise I know you won't break
You said "I’ll see you later," and "later" is now
I’m just waiting for someone to show me just how.
(Chorus)
In the coldest seat in the house
Since you left me here for a ghost and a mouse
They say that I’m crazy, they say I’ve lost track
But I’m just staying warm 'til you finally come back
Yeah, the whiskey is burning, but I’m still a stone
In the coldest seat that a man’s ever known.
(Bridge)
(Spoken in a low, gravelly voice over a weeping steel guitar)
You know, they tell me the seasons have changed out there.
They say the snow’s melted and the roses are starting to bloom.
But in here, under these buzzing lights... it’s still mid-December.
(Guitar Solo - Heavy Steel Guitar and Fiddle)
(Outro)
Yeah, the whiskey is burning, but I’m still a stone...
Just a man... sitting all alone...
In the coldest seat...
In the house.
(Fade out with a final, mournful fiddle note)

Crying country ballad song in a George jones style