Jesse
Ton : CEnglish
CJesse, come home, there's Cmaj9a hole in the bed
Where we G/A#slept; now it's growing A7cold.
DmJesse, your face in theDm/C place where we lay
By the heG7arth all apart it hCangs on myE heart.
And I'm lAeaving the light on the Dmstairs
CNo, I'mG7 not scared; I wait forC you
A7Hey, DmJesse, it's G7lonely, comeC9 home.
Jesse, the stairs inthe hall, recalling
Your step; and I remember too.
All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey
And I still set aplace on the table at noon.
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No, I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse, the spread on the bed
It's like when you left, I kept it for you.
All the blues and the greens have be recently cleaned
And are seemingly new; hey, Jesse, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairs
I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares
Hey, Jesse, it's lonely, come home.