Night comes in
Like a fog on a city bay
A dream that’s still far away
Like ocean rain
Sleep comes in
Like a song in a minor key
The ghosts that are surrounding me
Never going back again
One day
One afternoon
One night
Just to feel this way again
Graveyard on the hill
And it’s filled with the family names
Morning still looks the same
I’m lifted like a veil
Day comes in
Everyone’s got somewhere to go
Trucks rooster-tail this gravel road
Everything leaves a trail
Everything leaves a trail
Around here, everything leaves a trail
Eric Christensen
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