Faces pass on the subway
Winding tunnels at almost blinding speeds
Eyes meet and then look away
Familiarity isn’t what we need
Empty chair, empty bench, empty handrail
All quite comfortably next to me
At the time, I thought you might have chosen the one
That would allow you to run away suddenly
Never show it to the strangers
The fact that we’ve got history
Never give it to the beggars
And say it’s the same old story
Can’t we just lock our eyes and agree
That I just wasn’t right for you
And you weren’t just right for me
Faces pass on the subway
About fifty more each day
And out of all of these people
You’re still the one, the only one
That I’d ever admit I’d want to see
Empty chair, empty bench, empty handrail
All quite comfortably next to me
And at the time, if you’d have asked, I’d admit
That I saved them all for you
I’m saving them all just for you
Close your eyes, close your eyes, I’m not listening
Say my name, say my name, it means everything
Faces pass on the subway
Our eyes meet and then look away…
-Zach
