Dusty In Here

like a ghost

a ghost of something old

it's cold and dusty in here

just twenty years

and six feet down I'm told

I know your face

I share your name

in the dark

when shadows have their way

a finger's a chimney

and the moon's on fire

then sleep arrives

he's got his bags and wares

the dragon sleeps

and St. George stares

you won't write, no you won't write

that's all I ask, that you just write

and you say no, that you can't speak

you've lost your voice, you let it go

you let it go

like a ghost

a ghost of something old

it's cold and dusty in here

it's in your hand

it sits just like a glove

the finger traces the lines of love

it's cold and dusty in here

someone you knew

is watching you

I'm someone you knew