All my old haunts are haunted.
Like houses filled with ghosts.
The memories remain, they say,
like Soldiers at their posts.
Everywhere in town, there is a
Place I used to be.
Everywhere I go I find a
Little piece of me.
We danced for years out in these streets
We paved the road to God.
For any following to see
The road is straight and broad.
And if you take those footsteps
They will take you to a Hill
You might see echoes of us seated
Blanketed and still.
We’re there to watch the sunset
and we’re Hopelessly in love
Back when things were simpler
And Hope was just a dove.
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