(Michael Weston King)

There’s a place that’s been reserved for me at my former best friends house
It wasn’t many years ago, I’d have been there, there’s no doubt
But tonight you will pull up your chair as one instead of two
The table that your eating has been reserved for me and you

As the night wears on, the drink takes hold, the room it gets so loud
You feel like you are on your own even though you’re in a crowd
Your eyes will fall upon the chair that sits empty next to you
The table that your eating was reserved for me and you

The table feels so empty, the candles burn too dark
The company is killing you with their singular remarks

The table feels so empty, the candles burn too dark
The company is killing you with their singular remarks
You grew tired of waiting but there’s still this bill to pay
The silver service and golden rings have all been cleared away

There’s a place that’s been reserved for me at my former best friends house
It wasn’t many years ago that I’d have been there, there’s no doubt
But knives and forks will break my bones they way words used to do
The table that your eating was reserved for me and you