No Ones Coming Down the Road 1950's Soul Version

I set two plates on the table Like before. Leave the screen door Cracked a little more. Wind hums low Through the maple trees. It ain't your voice, but it still sounds Like peace. I watch the dust float In the evenin' light. Still sit on your side When the day turns night. I light that porch lamp Like you said I should. A little hope Dressed up in wood. But no one's coming down The road. No tires humming, No shadow to hold. Just me and the silence Like a worn out coat, Hanging on a hook That no one wrote. The kettle still sings At half-past ten. I talk to it soft, Pretend it's you again. I fix my hair, Then let it fall. Ain't no one left To see at all. Some hearts break and leave A sound. Mine just sank Like it knew how to drown. You left in light, Not storm or flame. Just faded slow And took your name. No one's coming down The road. The gate don't creak, The gravel's cold. Just me and the silence Like a worn out coat, Hanging on a hook that no one Wrote.