Sunday's Empty Table

Mmm. Mmm. Sunday morning, Coffee getting cold. Same old chair, Same story told. Two plates used to sit by the window light. Now there's only one in this quiet house tonight. The flowers on the table Are starting to fade, Like the promises we never made. I still hear your laughter in these walls, But the silence is the loudest sound of All. Sunday's empty table, And a heart that's missing You. A thousand little memories Of everything we used to do. I still set the place for you sometimes. Then I remember you're gone. Sunday's empty table Sings a lonely song. The radio plays our favorite song. I turn it up, but it feels wrong. Your name still lives in every room, Like a shadow that follows the moon. I thought love was forever. I thought we had it all. But even the strongest hearts Can watch a dream fall. Sunday's empty table, And a heart that's missing you. A Thousand little memories Of everything we used To do. I still set the place for you sometimes. Then I remember you're gone. Sunday's empty table Sings a lonely song. Maybe one day I'll smile again When I think about where we've been. But tonight I'll let the blues remain And wash away the pain. Sunday's empty table, But my soul is learning to heal. I lost a love I cherished, But I'm finding What is real. The morning sun Will find me even after The longest night. Sunday's empty table Will see the morning light. Ooh, ooh.