The kitchen dining room, no longer exists Just quiet empty chairs, where people used to sit Such a large empty space, that could now echo and boom If there ever was a sound that would grace this room And my old heart is exactly the same Except for the part where it feels the pangs The good ol’ days, were just cocktails and fair-weather faces Can you tell me who can fill, these large empty spaces A six foot hole, two big boots wide I find it hard to fill with my ordinary life Still, these acres and acres of fading memories Is not enough space for the all guilty and bereaved And my old heart is exactly the same Except for the part, I forget your name Such deep dark eyes and a familiar face Can you tell me who can fill these large empty spaces