HOLIDAY SONG

Four (4) days until zero hour

Alone in the car

No magic can save me now

From this burning star

I guess I should have listened

When warnings were sent

I didn’t think my good luck

Was all spent

The wind blew the snow

Hard down the line

I pulled into a rest stop

And it was all mine

Kentucky or Virginia

I can’t recall for sure

Winter desolation

With no apparent cure

I crawled in the back seat

And made it my bed

Torn vinyl made me yearn

For southern comfort instead

I looked out the window

Sometimes beauty is bleak

The moon cast its shadow

On the pines by the creek

Better go right

Get it straight

We don’t have the time to wait

I spent much more than I earned

And watched

As all my bridges burned

I saw a coyote

There by the banks

I threw him some food

But he never said thanks

He howled out a tune

In lycanthrope time

And to this day

That song stays on my mind

I dreamed about some palm trees

In a line by the strand

A girl and her dog

Left their prints in the sand

She turned for a moment

Dark hair in the breeze

That’s when I awoke

From the cold of the freeze

Four (4) days until Christmas eve

Alone in the dark

What a scenario

There’s static on the radio

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Copyright 2008 dave blankenship / mass deception studio