The Red Chair
by Rick Parnell

The stars that light up the night sky
Are washed with electricity
My sight grows weak dear
I'm not sure of all that I see

Is that the red chair in the garden
But for tonight it would not be there
Such imperfect beauty
What a color for wood to wear

There was magic in the garden
With the moonlight on your face
The lipstick on his collar
Had a very familiar shade

And now the night air might be blamed

Will you tell him that you need him
Or did you save that line for me
Will you tell me I'm mistaken
Will you beg me not to leave

I was lonely when I found you
I'm not sorry that you [stayed
We were happy in our moment
To love and lose, it holds no shame

There was magic in the garden
With the moonlight in your eyes
With what I saw there
It should come as no surprise

This time the night air won't be blamed
For what the red chair did betray
Should a love that doesn't blossom be replaced
I think I saw the answer in his face