dancin with the Ghosts

You caught me stone cold deep in the dead of breakfast
In your blue silk pajamas and your checkered robe
I was half asleep diggin the crust from the corners
Sippin my way to the rodeo
I was hangin on the edge of a very strange dream
Where it all was just about to make sense to meDancin with the ghosts…dancin with the ghosts
At the border
There was an angel there dryin his wings on the carpet
He’d been flyin fast and so he’d fallen hard
He made a big red mess, drippin the dye from his fabric
Runnin’ straight from the arrow of his tatooed heart
I was hangin on the cusp of his every word
And I was just about to get what I deserve
Dancin with the ghosts
And I knew there was nothin to it
But your kiss blew a hole right through it
And then you spoke
And I awoke
You took a quick fast forward on the brink of madness
With your clean cut promises and second chance
I was 1/2 awake, pullin the pride from my pockets
Buyin my way to another dance
I was crawlin’ to the edge of the finish line
And I was fin'lly gonna get what’s really mine
Dancin with the ghosts

© 2001 Nancy Magarill