"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?