Chairs by the Sidewalk | Live Acoustic | Let Babylon Burn

Details
Title | Chairs by the Sidewalk | Live Acoustic | Let Babylon Burn |
Author | Let Babylon Burn |
Duration | 4:52 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=Ib9UOC4V_lM |
Description
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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...