Chairs by the Sidewalk | Live Acoustic | Let Babylon Burn

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An old man sits at a street café, watching strangers pass like shadows from another life. Every laugh, every glance pulls a thread from his memory — of love, of loss, of the roads he never thought he'd miss.

“Chairs by the Sidewalk” is a bittersweet acoustic performed in a live concert style, featuring nylon guitar, soft string layers, and poetic lyrics that drift between now and then.
This is a song about presence, aging, memory... and the beauty of simply noticing.

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Lyrics:

Old chair by the café rail
Sun in my coffee, slow and pale
A couple fights as they cross the street
She walks ahead, he kicks his feet

I sip and watch, I used to know
That kind of fire, that kind of blow
We were loud once too — God, we burned bright
Before the silence took the night

A little girl with her mama’s hand
Laughs so hard, she just can’t stand
Her shoe falls off — she hops, she spins
That laugh feels like a violin

And just like that, my mind drifts back
To one who called me “Dada”
He’s grown and gone, somewhere out west
Last I heard, he don’t write much less

Two old men cross with careful steps
Talking slow, outta breath
One slaps the other on the back
I smile — we had that, once in black

He’s long gone now, beneath the stone
And here I sit, just skin and bone
But every voice that passes near
Whispers ghosts I still hold dear

So I sit with the wind
Let the world drift in
Their lives replay
Like violins of yesterday
And in their eyes, I sometimes see
The boy I was, the man I’d be
Just a chair by the sidewalk
And the past watching me

A woman sits across alone
Wears the years like a queen on a throne
She lights a smoke, gives me a nod
That’s all it takes to awaken God

I once had someone just like her
Eyes like storms, hands like myrrh
We danced in kitchens, broke two beds
Now she lives in the back of my head

So I sit with the wind
Let the world drift in
Their lives replay
Like violins of yesterday
And in their eyes, I sometimes see
The boy I was, the man I’d be
Just a chair by the sidewalk
And the past watching me

Maybe one day, someone'll watch me pass…
And wonder where I came from too.
So if you see me still
In this same old seat
Just know I lived
In every pair of walking feet...