I saw your shoes empty by the door

I’ve never thought of them
like that before
And I can hear the silence
in between the sound

But I still hear your voice
when you are not around
And I saw your mother’s name
in a book of poetry
And I saw your mother’s hand
in her favourite recipe

But she will never know me
no she will never know
Oh Peggy, the things
we leave behind

Well this is the place
where nothing stays the same
And these are the feelings
that never go away
And I can see the time
filling up your eyes

We are all the things we try to hide
And I saw your mother’s name
in a book of poetry
And I saw your mother’s hand
in her favourite recipe
But she will never know me
no she will never know
Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind
Oh Peggy, the things we leave behind

I saw your shoes empty by the door
I’ve never thought of
them like that before