Jesse come home

Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed

Where we slept now it's growing cold

Jesse your face in the place where we lay

By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No I'm not scared, I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely

Come home

Jesse the stairs in the halls recalling your step

And I remembered too

All the pictures are shaded and fading in gray

And I still set a place at the table at noon

Jesse the spread on the bed

It's like when you left, I kept it for you

All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned

And are seemingly new, hey just me and you