If I should close my eyes,
that my soul can see,
And there's a place at the table
that you saved for me.
So many thousand miles over land and sea,
I hope to dare, that you hear my prayer,
And somehow I'll be there.
It's but a concrete floor
where my head will lay,
And though the walls of
this prison are as cold as clay.
But there's a shaft of light
where I count my days,
So don't despair of the empty chair,
And somehow I'll be there.
Some days I'm strong, some days I'm weak,
And days I'm so broken I can barely speak,
There’s a place in my head
where my thoughts still roam,
Where somehow I've come home.
And when the Winter comes
and the trees lie bare,
And you just stare out
the window in the darkness there.
Well I was always late for
every meal you'll swear,
But keep my place and the empty chair,
And somehow I'll be there,
And somehow I'll be there.
