He only exists sometimes; in the middle of the night when the moment’s right When the moon and the stars align perfectly Or when someone’s been drinking too much wine or maybe cheap whiskey and we are lonely
The rest of my days, he is spirited away and the memory starts to fade and it’s all I can do, or take to remember his face or the way he plays his guitar in the dark Or the way his smile never quite reaches his eyes
Weary hearted wanderer, seek and you shall find what you need eventually I was never very good at timing in a song or in life I wish I could have gotten it right But still you are real to me if only in dreams


















