If I should close my eyes, that my soul can see,
And there´s a place at the table that you saved for me.
So many thousand miles over land and sea,
I hope to dare, that you hear my prayer,

And somehow I´ll be there.

It´s but a concrete floor where my head will lay,
And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay.
But there´s a shaft of light where I count my days,
So don´t despair of the empty chair,
And somehow I´ll be there.

Some days I´m strong, some days I´m weak,
And days I´m so broken I can barely speak,
There’s a place in my head where my thoughts still roam,
Where somehow I´ve come home.

And when the Winter comes and the trees lie bare,
And you just stare out the window in the darkness there.

Well I was always late for every meal you´ll swear,
But keep my place and the empty chair,
And somehow I´ll be there,
And somehow I´ll be there.