Monday, March 30, 2015

There's no ghosts in the graveyard
That's not where they live
They float in between us
'what is' and 'what if'
And cast our own shadows
Before our own eyes

You don't get them up here though
They don't come up high

Joy to the city
The parking lot lights
The lion of evening
With the rain in its eyes
Joy to the freeway
Joy to the cars
And joy to you baby, wherever you are
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

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