My Old Ghosts

Horses by my window go

When you're fast asleep far below

And I hope that you never know

That while you sleep I still find time for my old ghosts

See I was born just yesterday

And I try to tell my feet to stay but they won't

You know it's hard to find a friend

But I'm dumb and I might change my mind again

When it's slow I think I'd rather die

Then pass this off on some unsuspecting child

Angie came to me today

And said she was born to lead but not to say

That she knows there's no hope

Of making good on all those promises that she wrote

Surely there's been some mistake

Some blind omission or a spot for change but no

You know it's hard to find a friend

But I'm dumb and I might change my mind again

When I'm low I still look to ghosts

To keep a cool eye on the hand that holds my throat

See I was born just yesterday

And I try to tell my feet to stay but they won't