There’s a Light on Upstairs

[Verse 1]
Re-reading letters, hoping I could find a way
To find you in the pen, or the lipstick on the page
Your half-smoked cigarettes and old Bukowski poems
Remind me I'm a wreck, 'cause I leave them lying open

[Chorus]
(Oh)
There's a pot on the stove
(Oh, oh)
Filled with water and bone
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
There's a light on upstairs
(Oh, oh)
But there's nobody home

[Verse 2]
Re-reading letters, hoping I could find a way
To find you in the postcards, 'cause the words were rearranged
Dried flowers in the pages that I had long forgotten
Stayed folded, neatly pressed, between lines of broken promise

[Chorus]
(Oh)
There's a pot on the stove
(Oh, oh)
Filled water and bone
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
There's a light on upstairs
(Oh, oh)
But there's nobody home

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus]
(Oh)
There's a pot on the stove
(Oh, oh)
Full of water and bone
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Get me out of my bed
(Oh, oh)
Get me off of the phone

[Outro]
There's a flame in the hearth
And it's burning alone
There's a hush in the room
And it's filling with smoke
There's a light on upstairs
But there's nobody home