"Empty and Bare"
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
You know someone said the world's a stage
And each must play a part
Life is short, and there's no time
But there's always a chime
Of wind's blowing
Towards the new era
Yet you always fuss and fight
Like a angered wind blow
The emotions are so low
And I thought it was a crime
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare tonight?