The Room

Written by: Richard Lamoureux

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.