Martina Mcbride

I'm starrin' at this empty chair, listenin' for the laughter that went
Clear up to the ceiling. It's so long since you were sitting there and now
The rust is rustin' and the paint is peelin'
I miss you
I read your letters and I almost break. They're warm like flannel, I can
Still smell your after shave. I don't spend all my time missin' you like
This, but when it hits, it hits.
You felt like home, and I feel you now straight to the bone. I miss you...
This sure can be a lonely place. I wanna look up and see you there standin'
In the doorway. And I'd give anything to kiss your face and help ya blow