There's an empty room
There's a lonesome chair in it
And out there's the winter bloom
And you can't see it
There's no windows on the walls

There's that lonesome chair
with you on it
Tested by others
but you always knew
what you supposed to do

Now in that empty room
you sit on a central chair
The walls are bare naked
same as you
And now you just can't figure out
the things to do

I know now
since it was the first time
the first time you didn't know
for sure you didn't
You exposed your wings
risking everything you ever had
(not that it was much...)
and took yourself out of the embarrassing empty room
leaving that chair in it's loneliness
flying out to the late winter bloom