Oh, how I wish that I could trust you
But we’re running out of daylight
And ghosts of questions past will soon emerge

To envelop us so stealthily
Even as we flee them
And you’ll duck for cover, leaving me to stumble as they converge

And so I’m haunted each dusk
By these phantoms so persistent
As they race from my head to nip at my hasty heels

But if only I had the courage
Or the wisdom to confront them
I know they’d lead me to your refuge, all revealed

And though I long for this occasion
I cannot bear to turn my head
And simply face the jeering, spectral things directly

But I grow weary from the chase
And as I rush into the night
I know that, willingly or no, they'll overcome me