Lyrics

Table For One by Ileana Burdine

Woke up again with the tv still on
it fills the space left with your voice gone
cold cereal, morning paper & juice
crossword and pen but no help with the clues

so I'll try to pretend as my day begins that my heart is full not alone
but it echoes inside, all these weeks without you empty bed,
table for one
I'm no good at being alone but I'm walking on

the me in the glass reflected on the bus
quiet and weak but inside weathered and tough
personal calls dropped to mom and a friend
no one to rush to when the day's at an end

well it's painfully clear that you're no longer here;
a small popcorn and a coke
it's dark and it's cold but I'll have to make do empty bed,
table for one
I'm no good at being alone but I'm walking on

there are times that I feel close to giving in
to the screaming underneath my breath
I let it out in quiet sighs, dig deep and walk out in the world again
head high and I will see the sun around the bend

so maybe I'll see what I want to believe
that I'm fine, that I'm getting strong
that I am okay, that I really don't mind empty bed,
table for one
I'm no good at being alone but I'm walking on
I'm walking on
walking on
and on and on and on
walking on