Every evening ‘round sundown You’d pull that chair out by the door Rocking slow, watching nothing Like you’d done a thousand times before You’d wave when I came up the drive Didn’t matter where I’d been That old porch light, that crooked smile And you waiting there again Your chair on the porch was home No matter how far I’d gone Yeah the world could change, I could disappear But you were always in that chair (mamma) I’ve slept in strangers’ houses Heard a hundred different names I’ve had nights that felt like freedom And days I couldn’t stay the same But every road I ever took Every wrong turn, every prayer Led me back to this old house And you sitting in that chair Your chair on the porch was home No matter how far I’d gone Yeah the world could change, I could disappear But you were always in that chair (mamma) Now it’s quiet there in the evening light Empty as my hands I keep staring at that damn old thing Like it might understand I hate that chair without you in it Hate that it’s still standing there I need you back in that old chair Wavin’at me when I arrive That chair on the porch still knows your shape Still rocks when the wind comes through Guess some things don’t leave this place Even when the people do I’d give anything, just one more night To come home and find you there But all I’ve got is this quiet porch And your empty chair… mamma