I took a trip down to the old creek where I’d last seen the ghost of you
Watching as the cardinals bathed in the morning dew
The golden hour caught a glimpse and whisked you away
Stolen as you’d been from me too early in the day
And the thought of you looms like Redwood
Looking over me from beyond
Casting shadows of weeping timber
Your silhouette at dawn
Now I’m stuck with the fever of us dancing in the rain
To the song that only played for us
The one that melted me away
—Away.
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