The Other Half

I could hear your knuckles on the walnut boards
Of the kitchen island through the parquet 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 a long forgotten friend

Or maybe, maybe, maybe

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, 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