April 25, 2005


The midnight moon made milk of the old lake
late last night
I swore I’d never make the same mistake
I made it twice

clouds are rolling in part ghost, paper-thin
I meant to let you win
I swear I did, I don’t know what happened



A hound dog’s howl softens my scowl
it's such a sad sad sound
I look for my dignity and I see
that it cannot be found

I broke it for a laugh and swept up what was left
and sold it to some crowd who was standing there
screaming loud



you left a note and the house so cold
it said you went back home
and me so young but feeling so old
and so all alone

please leave me as I am
don’t let the screen door slam
it’s all been said before
this story I know is such a bore


Young boy meets young girl, young love shakes all the world
And you cannot begin to stop what has begun to unfurl

When two are two no more, you see begins a war
It’s no fairy tale, it’s real as Hell, and that’s for damn sure


The Midnight moon made milk of the old lake
late tonight
I though you’d be in our bed by now
holding your pillow tight

but I’ve been wrong before and I’ll be there again
shipwrecked on that shore
I don’t know what happened