Alone At the Table
Mercy on me, the two of us alone at the table
And it hurts me seeing you looking straight down at the maple
Maybe we'll speak when we're able
Maybe we're lost in our thoughts
Maybe we're looking for God
Then again, maybe we're not
She finds a way to worship all the things I forgot
To worship the things I forgot

Throughout this dark room, the strangers are clinking the glass
Nothing but shadows moving the air as they pass
And their laughter seems distant and kind
They take no notice and they pay no mind to the ghost of our past
Not to the ghost of our past
She finds a way to make it all last
A way to make it all last

I stood in the doorway and watched you grow nervous and tall
And I saw you had wings just as high and as wide as the walls
There's not a soul in the world we can trust
I wish things had been easy for us
But they just weren't at all