Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

There's a grief that can't be spoken

There's a pain that goes on and on

Empty chairs at empty tables

Now my friends are dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution

Here it was they lit the flame

Here they sang about tomorrow

And tomorrow never came

From the table in the corner

They could see a world reborn

And they rose with voices ringin'

And I can hear them now

The very words that they have sung

Became their last communion

On this lonely barricade

At dawn

Oh, my friends, my friends forgive me

That I live and you are gone

There's a grief that can't be spoken

And there's a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the windows, phantom shadows on the floor

Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more

Oh, my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for

Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more