Chairs Upon the Tables

Chairs upon the tables, love is off the floor.
The piano man played softly like he knew but would not stare.
One note for your empty bass, one note for my empty chair.
I folded up the napkin where your restless fingers lay,
There are endings with a thunder hours best cleared as frozen stay.
Joe said he could call a cat, I said I knew the street.
A woman learns the weight of loss by standing on her feet.
Chairs upon the tables, love is off the floor.
Chairs upon the tables, no one waits here anymore.
Stack the room around me,
Let the small hours close the door.
Chairs upon the tables, love is off the floor.