My old chair has a worn spot
When I have to hold on
When I can\'t move on
It\'s a friend of mine
It used to hold the caring kind
She had to move on
So now I hold on
She wasn\'t my mom but she used to hold on me
Like I was her son
Like I was the only one
Now I hold on
When I can\'t move on
When the rain starts running down
When I can\'t help but frown
Thoughts of her sitting here
In my old chair
That woman was the only one that cared
If I was broken or barren
So now I just have to hold on
Before she left me
Her mind left her
She would lay in the bed
Screaming out her head
for
her mom and dad that bad been long gone
The rain started falling out my eyes
I couldn\'t stand hearing her cry for home
That house has a voice and it talks to me
She has a plan and won\'t leave me be
She wants my mind and all the rest of me
That house holds the spirits
of the land of a people that came way before me