Steve Winwood - Vacant Chair lyrics

When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears Oh, the eyes are still. oh, but even sleeping My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then i'll keep on going But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going My dearest friend till we meet again O-ku nsu-kun no-ko The dead are weeping for the dead