Jesse - Roberta Flack

Jesse come home, there’s a hole in the bed

Where we slept;

now it’s growing cold

Jesse your face, in the place where we lay

By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I’m leaving the light on the stairs

No I’m not scared;

I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home

Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling

Your step;

and I remember too

All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey

And I still set a place on the table at noon

And I’m leaving the light on the stairs

No I’m not scared;

I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home

Jesse the spread on the bed

It’s like when you left, I kept it for you

All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned

And are seemingly new;

hey Jess, me and you

We’ll swallow the light on the stairs

I’ll fix up my hair, we’ll sleep unawares

Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home