Why did we
take the rough road
When the trolley rode easily by?
Why did we climb high hill,
when the valley lay safe at our side?
Oh, send us out in the twilight,
to come back with the basket of words.
Just a fashion, some future quotation
That this desperate world so deserves
Perhaps it was just something foolish
For the dare of an angel at best
Just a chance, the ghost of your boy
Sad songs will never rest
Why did we drink the cold rain
With the soup so warm on the stove?
Why did we wind up alone here,
singing melodies of love?
We did it simply to do it,
we did it to be tender yet tough.
Did it for the beauty in the music?
Isn't that explanation enough?
Perhaps it was just something foolish
Or the dare of an angel at best
Chant the ghost of your poet,
those old songs were left to rest
Perhaps it was just something foolish,
Or the dare of an angel at best,
How to dance with the
ghost of the poet
Whose old songs never end
you