On a Hill In the Rain

I trace your footprints in the snow

from my house to your door

when it gets dark

The train stops running in our ghosts

dangers lie in all the snow

I go on foot

The railway dragged through the time

pass the windows of your friends

and out to the sea

I pass the stations and the bars

pass the ruins of a house

where people lived

the ghost of your mother came to me

in a dream

and said you were not far

I made my plans from a window of a dream

headed for that coast

There are no photographs to prove

you existed at all

that you ever were

Letters that I meant to write

about movies and the times

they are left on down

These days most things are still the same

I am embarrassed by afraid

of your honesty

I still went to bay at night;

count the birds on the wires

to fall asleep

the ghost of your mother came to me

in a dream

and said you were not far

I've made my plans from a window of a dream

headed for that coast

Streets are quiet now

It's late

There is no one around

I cross where I liked

I don't remember anything

about what I did last night

or where I was

The window whistles in the trees

starts singing to the sea

But there are no words

I trace your footprints in the snow

from my house to your door

when it gets dark

The ghost of your mother

whispered in my ear

"you were not enough"

So I made my plans from a window of a dream

headed for that coast