Vacant Chair

<br>When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years<br><br>And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears<br><br>Oh, the eyes are still. oh, but even sleeping<br><br><br><br>My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, well be blowing<br><br>Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then Ill keep on going<br><br>But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin on, on and on<br><br><br><br>Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow<br><br>While we cant share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going<br><br>My dearest friend till we meet again<br><br>O-ku nsu-kun no-ko<br><br>The dead are weeping for the dead