Antonia

You’re already gone,

I was on the way to talk it over.

Every light is on -

A little thing that shows that you were here.

And you were good.

And I’m a lot, I know.

It’s my sin -

I let my feelings show, but,

I let you in a little further than you had ever been before.

Now I’m a ghost in your door.

Don’t leave your light alone,

You’ve got to let it show or let it go.

I guess we should have known not to light a fire in a dry town,

When the wind is blowing.