It’s nearly three a.m.
The pleasure’s all been mine,
I could tell that from the yawnin’
And you kept asking for the time,
If I could only take you home—
But I think the wife would mind.

It’s a cloudy starless night,
The bugs are out in force,
With one thing on their mind,
Dragging life out from it’s source,
But you’re as pretty as can be
And I’m as love struck as a horse.

Unless all the undergrowth dies
I’ll never find my way out of here.
You’re a treasure and a joy
But my time with you is done my dear.
Burdocks, brambles, shasta daisies,
Trampled, crushed, itching like crazy.

There’s a place in the woods by a path on a hill
By a house that has no floor.
With the roof caved in, broken glass on the sill
And a yawning empty door.

Ghosts pass by when the wind blows cold
Say a name but you can’t be sure.
Can never catch what they say or mean
Or who they’re calling for.

We lay down in the leaves in a hollow place
Shaken to the core,
Touched our lips, spoke our vows in that haunted space
Like so many lovers before.

I’d die for you, I’m sure she said
Above my heart’s blood rant and roar.
Held her arms spread out as wide as she could
“I love you this much, and more.”

So many years have come and gone since then
Now I’m old and poor,
But there’s still a place where I’m young and rich
With the ghosts at that empty door.