One More Time

I hear she has fallen Into love along the heart’s lonely border sign Someone said she moves Eyes wide open falling a step behind I can feel her laughing Pouring up a second glass of wine I should call and wish her well But I don’t want to count the ghosts One more time I hear she got tired Of fighting the night, trouble on her mind Searching the darkness afraid Of being left alone somewhere down the line I can feel her bathing Washing away life’s dirt and grime I should call and wish her well But I don’t want to count the ghosts One more time I hear she gets flowers Dreams of a house with a yard full of pines Walks from kitchen to porch Coffee in her hand ready to unwind I can feel her breathing Heat from the hearth, ties she thinks will bind I should call and wish her well But I don’t want to count the ghosts One more time