Is like a dark, shuttered house
Shrouded in shadows
And mysteries
I picture it now
I picture it now
On an ominous street
Of twisted, old trees
In an unfamiliar part of town
I don’t know
In an unfamiliar part of town
I don’t know
What I would find inside
If I stopped by
To say Hi
I don’t know what might greet me
A viscous dog
Ready to bite
An angry man with a gun
The ambivalent scorn
Of judgmental friends
Or the troubles
You couldn’t outrun
I’m sorry
I don’t know what might greet me
A viscous dog
Ready to bite
An angry man with a gun
The ambivalent scorn
Of judgmental friends
Or the troubles
You couldn’t outrun
I’m sorry
Old friend
But I’m finding it hard
But I’m finding it hard
To summon the courage
To call again
I don’t want to drive
I don’t want to drive
Through that neighborhood
With no invitation
With no invitation
In hand
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