Jesse

Jesse, come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse, your face in the place where we lay By the hearth all apart it hangs on my heart. And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No, I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse, the stairs inthe hall, recalling Your step; and I remember too. All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey And I still set aplace on the table at noon. And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No, I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse, the spread on the bed It's like when you left, I kept it for you. All the blues and the greens have be recently cleaned And are seemingly new; hey, Jesse, me and you. We'll swallow the light on the stairs I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home.