Ghost Stories
Journey of Memories: Ghost Stories by John-Allison Weiss
Lyrics
I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silence
I spent the night on a futon, attentive to the quiet sounds around me.
I left when the day broke and walked through the city alone
I departed as the day began and walked alone through the city.
I looked for a towel, forgot mine when I left Virginia
Searching for a towel, realizing I left mine in Virginia.
The snow in my boots was much warmer than you
The snow in my boots felt warmer than the emotional distance between us.
And I just wanted to go home, go home
I simply wanted to return home.
Home
Reiteration of the desire to go home.
Through layers and layers of blankets, I felt my heart beating
Wrapped in layers of blankets, I sensed my heartbeat.
We left in the afternoon, headed down I-95
Leaving in the afternoon, traveling on I-95.
Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progress
Facing obstacles like directions in notebooks and icy roads.
We got lost in New York, but the view from the bridge
Lost in New York, captivated by the view from the bridge.
It was beautiful that night, all those lights
The beauty of the night illuminated by countless lights.
Those lights
Reiteration of the mesmerizing lights.
A couple hotel rooms and coffee shops later, I found you
After staying in hotel rooms and coffee shops, I found you.
Telling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the dark
Sharing intimate stories and secrets in the darkness.
When you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat, I remembered why I loved you
When you fell asleep quietly in the backseat, I remembered why I loved you.
And my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mind
My brother drove while I mentally composed a song for you.
It wasn't the first time
Emphasizing that this wasn't the first time such sentiments were felt.
It wasn't the first time
Reiteration that these feelings were not unique to the current situation.
It wasn't the first time
Highlighting the recurring nature of these emotions.
It wasn't the first time
Emphasizing once again that this experience was not the first of its kind.
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