I don't know if it was real or in a dream
  Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been
  There was a table set for six and five were there
  I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
  And there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
  Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
  But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision
  I choose most of your life goes on without me
  Oh the fear I've known
  That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own
  All I've sown was a song
  But maybe I was wwrong
  
  I said to you the one gift which I'd adore
  Unwrap a package of the next 10 years unfolding
  But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored
  Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding
  When we last talked we were lying on our backs
  Looking up at the sky through the ceiling
  I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
  Trying to read the greek upon the stars the alphabet of healing
  Oh I knew back then
  It was a calling that said if joy then pain
  The sound of the voice these years later is still the same
  
  I am alone in a hotel room tonight
  I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
  Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
  And I'm working through the grammar of my fears
  Mercy what I won't give
  To have the things which mean the most not to mean the things I miss
  Unforgiving the choice still is
  The language or the kiss