Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

There's a grief that can't be spoken

There's a pain 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 the sang about tomorrow

And tomorrow never came

From the table, through the corner

They could see a world reborn

And they rose with voices ringing

And I can here them now

The very words that they had sung

Became their last communion

And the 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

There's a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the window

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