The Other Half

I could hear your knuckles on the walnut boards

Of the kitchen island through the pocket doors

But my heart snapped over like a plastic fork

When your name kept dropping in the tapping rain storm

Fifteen years and you're just a stranger

I never pictured an ending like it

There's a figure on the tv

In the blizzard waving back at me

Like a spirit of an old forgotten friend

If that was only half of it

The other half lives on

The lightning ripping in

A fierce summer storm

Fifteen years and you're almost good as gone

Now the mice are squeakin'

And the floorboards keep creakin'

And I don't have the strength to quiet 'em any more

I just sit and stare, I just sit and stare

Behind the window bars

The other half lives on