Chair by the Dark Window

There's a chair by the dark window
Where the parking lot turns into a field
I sit there with a short glass and a long leaf
And I let the night decide what it wants to reveal

Cars go by like they still got somewhere
I used to be one of them lights
Now I measure a evening by the length of a coal
And the way the rye settles, not the way it fights

A moth keeps hitting the same pane of glass
I know that feeling in my chest
I tap the ash. I don't tap the glass
Some lessons you take, some you let rest

If you come looking, look for the glow
Not the man, not the name on the lease
I'm the quiet in the corner with a coal still living
And a bottle that don't ask me for peace

There's a chair by the dark window
There's a chair by the dark window