I'M Not There
the soft pattering of feet down the street
the breath of stale air against your neck
don't turn around
i'm not there
the moon beating down rending you restless
you were made for the nightlife, baby
but the masquerader you're dancing with
don't even imagine
i'm not there
the moveable mirror
i tie the knot to the tie
the black suit contrasting
the pale white buttoned shirt underneath
and the day wraps around
waiting on some kind of funeral for myself
everyone is gathered
but i'm not there
sinking and thinking
don't let them catch you blinking
i see you standing outside the restaurant
without a date
i must have been something
if you think about me that much
but i've still got my gin
and my capsule of breath mints/pain relievers
i'm alright
i get outside and see the moon
and i see the reflection there of you
i stand and blow a kiss and smile
within minutes i'm off the driveway
down scott
through alabama
onto holcomb and into marietta
i arrive at her house and knock at the door
you run through my mind for one last minute
then the bubble pops when the door opens
she's all dressed up and ready to go
ready to go anywhere
standing on the street corner
waiting for a taxi
the wind is cold and merciless
you grip yourself and rub your hands together
then to hear a pattering of feet
a touch of stale breath
don't bother turning around
i'm not there
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