Song: Jesse ~~ 1973 ~~ 4:03
Artist: Roberta Flack
LP/CD: Killing Me Softly ~~ Atlantic ~~ 1973
Composer: Ian

Jesse, come home, there’s a hole in the bed
Where we slept, now it’s growing cold
Hey, Jesse, your face and the place where we lay
By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I’m keeping the light on the stairs
No, I’m not scared
I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home

Jesse, the floors and the boards
Recalling your steps and I remember too
All the pictures are fading and shaded in gray
But I still set a place on the table at noon

And I’m keeping the light on the stairs
No, I’m not scared
I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home

Jesse, the spread on the bed, is like when you left
And I kept it for you
All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
And are seemingly new

Hey, Jess, me and you
Will swallow the light on the stairs
We’ll fix up my hair and sleep unaware
Hey, Jesse, I’m lonely, come home

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: September 14, 2003