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Ghost Stories

I slept on the futon
And listened to sounds in the silence
I left when the day broke
And walked through the city alone
I looked for a towel,
Forgot mine when I left Virginia
The snow in my boots
Was much warmer than you
And I just wanted to go home
Go home

Through layers and layers of blankets
I felt my heart beating
We left in the afternoon
Headed down I-95
Directions in notebooks
And ice on the roads
Slowed our progress
We got lost in New York
But the view from the bridge
It was beautiful that night
All those lights
Those lights

A couple hotel rooms
And coffee shops later
I found you
Telling your secrets
And ghost stories
Soft in the dark
When you fell asleep
Quiet in the backseat
I remembered why I loved you
And my brother drove on
While I wrote you a song in my mind

It wasn’t the first time
It wasn’t the first time
It wasn’t the first time
It wasn’t the first time

Written in...


Appears on...

...Was Right All Along (2009)
...Still Right All Along (2019)


John-Allison Weiss

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