It's like singing to empty tables or a gallery that's full of ghosts, or like giving a great big party where no body shows but the host.
Nut there's nothing out front but memries and a lot of transparent folk.
Please call for a reservation, our favorite spot for two. I'm singing to empty tables without you, without you, without you. And there's a blue star looking down, asking where you are, but when yiu return there'll be a sunbeam hiding the blue, blue star. Skies will be much brighter than hey were before, when you and love come stoling thru the door.