A teal chair at a birthday table with a homemade cake, number 30 candles and Alex’s place card

Make Some Room for Alex

For the sister who always finds another chair. A thirtieth-birthday song that starts with the party and says the thing a speech might miss.

Make Some Room for Alex

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You borrowed Uncle David's van To take me off to school We wedged my lamp between the bags And argued over tunes You carried boxes up three floors Then drove back home at nine Then rang to say my favourite coat Was still under your seat

Tonight somebody else can drive Come on, your people have arrived

Make some room for Alex She's been making room for us Turn the record up a little Let the neighbours make a fuss Thirty candles, take your time We'll be here when you decide Whatever comes tomorrow Alex, tonight is yours

You always find another chair Another place to sleep There's someone ringing from a train You've got a spare front-door key The cake is leaning to the left I made it all myself You start to clear the glasses up Sit down, let someone else

I know you want to lend a hand But just this once, we've got a plan

Make some room for Alex She's been making room for us Turn the record up a little Let the neighbours make a fuss Thirty candles, take your time We'll be here when you decide Whatever comes tomorrow Alex, tonight is yours

You said, "By now I thought I'd have..." Then let the sentence go While everyone was asking you About a house of your own But look around this crowded room At all these friends you've kept I hope you see the life you've made Before you count what's next

Make some room for Alex She's been making room for us Turn the record up a little Let the neighbours make a fuss Thirty candles, take your time We'll be here when you decide Whatever comes tomorrow Alex, tonight is yours

Leave the glasses where they are Alex, tonight is yours