Thank you. If I should close my eyes, that my soul can't see There's a place at the table that you're safe for me So many thousand miles over land and sea I hope today that you hear my prayer And somehow I'll be there It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay But there's a shaft of light where I count my days So don't despair of the empty chair And somehow I'll be there Some days I'm strong, some days I'm weak On days when I'm broken I can barely speak That place in my head where my thoughts still roam And somehow I've come home And when the winter comes and the trees lie bare And you just stare out the window in the darkness there Well I was always late for every meal you'll swear Would keep my place in the empty chair And somehow I'll be there And somehow I'll be there And somehow I'll be there