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