Two Stools, One Light

I been sitting on this stool like it hired me
Same lamp, same ring in the wood
I don't mind if you take the one beside me
I mind if you need me to be understood

I don't need you understood, I need the quiet
The kind that don't flinch when I smoke
If you can share a light without owning the evening
You can stay. If you can't, there's the coat

I can do quiet. I been practicing years
It's the talking that gets me in wrong
You take the leaf, I'll take the pour
We can pass a night without making it a song

Too late. It already is a song
That's the trouble with a room like this
Even the silence got a little piano in it
Even the smoke wants a kiss

Then we don't kiss
Then we don't name it
Then we just sit till the coal runs thin
Then we see
If the night still wants us
When the band takes the long way in