I've lied to myself on this 9 year journey.
Eating snow and the trail mix that lines these ancient digs I've got on,
Surviving is nothing ,
this will be a breeze compared to the struggle of trying to get you flat.

Through Tarrytown I slumber in the solace of a downhill turn. Entering the Western woods of Sleepy Hollow I am desperately needing a horse to cross the bridge.

I was willing to risk my head if the horseman wished to seek me out.But he really left decades ago, sold out and fell in love's what I hear.

My lashes frozen to my face I awoke in a church, seated in a pew marked "Sean I'm waiting."

Bottles of scotch and rum ran down the aisles toward me.

As I watched this whiskey wedding march my nerves got the best of me and my hands found your illusionary body for the night.
I turned all the bibles face down of course but
I'm starting to wonder If I've already had you.

10/07/2008

Posted on 10/08/2008
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