No One Left

Nick Torres

(Song 4)

Hair net tossed on the table
Name tag still pinned to my shirt
Work boots wait on the front step
but they might walk out on me too

I’ve got no one left to care for
No one left to hear my prayer
Talking to the kitchen window
Like someone out there still cares
I’ve got no one left to care for
No one left to hear my prayer

Fridge hums and breaks the silence
at least I’m not talking to my self
Birthday cards sit in a shoebox
All addressed to someone else

I keep setting out chairs
people never come, never will
Keep dialing old numbers
‘cause I hear you on the voicemail still
If someone’s out their in the dark
If there’s a chance of my name in the air
Please won’t you let them find me
and answer my unheard prayer

I’ve got no one left to care for
No one left to hear my prayer
Talking to the kitchen window
Like someone out there still cares
I’ve got no one left to care for
No one left to hear my prayer