Jesse
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 floors and the boards are recalling your steps,
And I remember, too.
All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey,
And I still set a place at the table at noon.
And I'm keeping 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 been recently cleaned,
And are seemingly new, Hey, Jess, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairs,
I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unaware.
Hey, Jesse, it's lonely come home.

Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home.