1. Jesse,come home, there's a hole in the bed where we slept.
Now it's growing cold.
Hey, jesse, your face in the place where we lay by the hearth all apart.
It hangs on my hand and I'm leaving the light on the stairs,
no I'm not scared.
I wait for you, Hey, jesse, I'm lonely, come home.
2. Jesse, the floors and the bars, recalling your steps
and I remember, too.
All the pictures are fading and shaded in gray
but I still set a place 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, I'm lonely, come home.
3. Jesse, the spread on the bed is like when you left.
I've kept it up for you.
All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
and it's seemingly new.
Hey, Jesse, me and you, We will swallow the light on the stairs.
No, I'm scared, I wait for you, Hey, jesse, I'm lonely, come home.
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