IW don't know, I don't know.Why am I here alone?
Where you been? Where'd you go?
Bhispering, afraid to ask--
Aut they're staring, love.
Tnd the people will try and hide it
Ihere'll be one too many empty chairs.
won't go to your favorite pub without you--
The dry wood cracked loudly across the silent street. "Hey there, Arthur!" I called out, pulling up to his picket gate. The old man didn't turn. His tool came down again with a heavy, unusual thud.