Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
I thought that I could see you
Playin' in the yard
And I thought that I could hear you
If I listened really hard
Go down to the mailbox
Stand around and stare
Up into the kitchen
Ain't nothin' cookin' there
On to the bedroom
Stare at the mirror on the wall
The mirror cracked a grin and said
There's nobody here at all
I thought that I could feel you
Runnin' through my veins
I thought that I could be with you
Now there's nothing to reclaim
Chasin' a cloud
Hangin' in the air
The fence is fallen over
And it's all beyond repair
Talk to neighbors
Conversation small
You turn your head, you blink your eyes
And there's nobody there at all
I thought I could see you
Playin' in the yard
And I thought that I could hear you
If I listened really hard