The bed is warm
And smells of old cologne
His shadows form still falls each time
You call
His leather coat adorns it’s hook in
The hallway
But he ain’t there
He ain’t there
The radio still plays his favorite station
His coffee cup still leaves the same old
Stain
You prayed he’d stay
Someone’s lost his patience
‘Cause he ain’t there
He ain’t there

We watch you weep for what you want
And mourn the man you know
Let him go
Fight the urge to follow
If you want to smile tomorrow
Don’t you care about the curse of proof?
Don’t you have a single shred of pride?
You cry, but still deny the [bad word] 
‘Cause he ain’t there
He ain’t there

We watch you weep for what you want
And mourn the man you know
Let him go
Fight the urge to follow
If you want to smile tomorrow
Don’t you want to smile tomorrow?