My nightsong, what used to be your home
in my head
Is now filled with ghosts and webs
I sing to the midnight highway traffic
And the stars hang low to hear
If there is a constellation for me,
Come down now
and share this cigarette
Come down and tell your story
I've paced these halls
Between worlds
I've spent my last dollar
On cab fare to see you
When the sun is rising
and no promises are made
So come now,
And tell me why i've felt so old
Since that equinox when I
Looked into my head and
Found the gods
When I ran to you racing the dawn
Only to find an empty apartment
And I tried to summon you from
The ether,
but couldn't
So instead I wandered the town,
Bought cigarettes and flowers,
Finished that book I was reading,
And made a few phone calls
That's all I've been up to since then,
Doing the chores, passing the time
Telling everyone that you'll
be back soon
But you still haven't come home,
And I've been waiting
like a widow
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
My nightsong, what used to be your home
in my head
Is now filled with ghosts and webs
I sing to the midnight highway traffic
And the stars hang low to hear
If there is a constellation for me,
Come down now
and share this cigarette
Come down and tell your story
I've paced these halls
Between worlds
I've spent my last dollar
On cab fare to see you
When the sun is rising
and no promises are made
So come now,
And tell me why i've felt so old
Since that equinox when I
Looked into my head and
Found the gods
When I ran to you racing the dawn
Only to find an empty apartment
And I tried to summon you from
The ether,
but couldn't
So instead I wandered the town,
Bought cigarettes and flowers,
Finished that book I was reading,
And made a few phone calls
That's all I've been up to since then,
Doing the chores, passing the time
Telling everyone that you'll
be back soon
But you still haven't come home,
And I've been waiting
like a widow
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