The Room

I look at a dark room With a single black chair I wonder to myself Who had been sitting there. The walls are grey There is a small TV As I look towards it The glass reflects only me Where was all the color? Just shadows on the wall I soak in the sadness My soul absorbs it all Over there on the wall Is an ancient pay phone I hope it's still working I'm feeling so alone I feed it a nickel Wait as it starts to ring Will I find the answer To make sense of everything With the sound of her voice The Whole room comes to life The darkness that I seen Was me missing my wife I was on Yanny's blog and this describes the background picture.