I Still Know That Chair

I still know that chair, the angle you leave it
Like a door you don't shut all the way
I'm not asking to sit. I'm just saying
I remember how you stay

Last time I didn't take the invitation
I took the lot and the cold
I told myself that was dignity
It was just being old

Not for forever. For the next slow hour
For the pour, for the light, for the look
If the answer's no, I'll finish standing
If it's yes, I'll sit like a man who can read a book

I don't need the whole night
I need the true part
The part where we don't perform
And the coal is the only heart