Lyric

At eight o’clock sharp

At my usual window seat

I push the two plates

Back together into one

Waiting for footsteps

That will never come

Just the cold soup

Made me smile a little

Hey, it’s okay now

Let the seat stay empty

My heart still

Hurts a little, though

I traced my finger

Over the name on the reservation

Because today, it’s

For me

Table for One at Eight

At a table for one

Table for One at Eight

Beyond the nights I cried

I’m not just someone who waits

I want to hold this moment close

Table for One at Eight

Tonight is for me

The tip of the fork

The sound of the plate

In your place

I watch the rain against the window

Your habit of saying “You’re late”

Still hasn’t faded

But the ice in my glass

Sparkles, like an ally

Being alone is lonely

But it’s also freedom

Rather than waiting for someone’s reply

I listen to my own breath

Hey, watch me—

This back of mine

Rather than waiting

I’ll keep moving forward

Not a promise—

I’ll choose the present

Just that alone makes me

A little stronger

Table for One at Eight

At a table for one

Table for One at Eight

Beyond the nights I cried

I’m not just someone who waits

I want to embrace this moment

Table for One at Eight

Tonight is for me

If I were to go back

It would be way too late—

I’m no longer

Under the same sky

That empty chair

Had its meaning, too

But now I’m

Fulfilled on my own

[Final Chorus]

Table for One at Eight

At a table for one

Table for One at Eight

I can finally smile

I’m not just someone who waits

I want to hold this moment close

Table for One at Eight

Tonight is for me