Sting - The empty chair

If I should c^Elose my ^E/G#eyes, that my so^Asus2ul can ^Esee, And there's a pl^Eace at the table that you sa^Bved for me. So many tho^Eusand m^E/G#iles over l^Asus2and and ^A/C#sea, I h^Asus2ope to d^Eare, that you h^Asus2ear my pra^Eyer, And som^Asus2ehow I'^Bll be ^Esus4there.

It's but a co^Encrete f^E/G#loor where my ^Asus2head will l^Eay, And though the w^Ealls of this prison are as co^Bld as clay. But there's a sha^Eft of l^E/G#ight where I co^Asus2unt my ^A/C#days, So d^Asus2on't desp^Eair of the ^Asus2empty ch^Eair, And som^Asus2ehow I'^Bll be t^Esus4here.

Some d^C#mays I'm str^Aong, some da^Eys I'm weak, And da^C#mys I'm so br^Aoken I can b^Earely speak, There’s a pla^C#mce in my h^Aead where my tho^Eughts still roam, W^F#mhere somehow I've come h^Bome.

And when the Wi^Enter ^E/G#comes and the tr^Asus2ees lie b^Eare, And you just st^Eare out the window in the dar^Bkness there. Well I was al^Eways ^E/G#late for every me^Asus2al you'll s^A/C#wear, But ke^Asus2ep my pl^Eace and the e^Asus2mpty ch^Eair, And s^Asus2omehow ^BI'll be ^C#mthere, And s^Asus2omehow I'^Bll be ^Esus4there.