| Song | Vacant Chair |
| Artist | Steve Winwood |
| Album | Chronicles |
| Lyrics：Winwood/Stanshall Music：Winwood/Stanshall | |
| When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years | |
| And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears | |
| Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping | |
| My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we'll be blowing | |
| Maybe weep awhile for those below; until then I'll keep on going | |
| But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on | |
| Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow | |
| While we can't share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going | |
| My dearest friend till we meet again | |
| O-ku Nsu-kun No-ko | |
| The dead are weeping for the dead |
| Lyrics: Winwood Stanshall Music: Winwood Stanshall | |
| When a western man loses his best friend many days are spent in years | |
| And without belief he knows his empty grief is a name for his own fears | |
| Oh, the eyes are still. Oh, but even sleeping | |
| My dearest friend till we meet again and ever, we' ll be blowing | |
| Maybe weep awhile for those below until then I' ll keep on going | |
| But oh, the heart, the hurt keeps on keepin' on, on and on | |
| Let them alone for those down there speak our sorrow | |
| While we can' t share the joke together, yeah, we keep on going | |
| My dearest friend till we meet again | |
| Oku Nsukun Noko | |
| The dead are weeping for the dead |