by Brian Theoret
I could see the mist
Illuminated by the motion porch light
Feel it on my skin
As it swirled around the yard that night
Shiver down my neck
Like something watching in the dark
Could almost taste the air
Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight
Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own
And it's leaving me without a place to call home
But it's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
It's supposed to
Be my light at night
And it's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
And it is....
And it's making me see...
Unsettled restless pace
Neighbors spooked staring through the glass
Get me outta this place
Eased by the whiskey in my flask
Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own
And it's leaving me without a place to call home
But it's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
It's supposed to
Be my light at night
And it's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
And it is....
It's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
It's supposed to
Be my light at night
And it's supposed to
Be my guide my light post
And it is....
And it's making me see...the light.
