all is silent in the yard
The nightís alive with mystery,ó
Dead stars, light years away
That you can still seeó
The nightís alright in history,
Moonsick, a plane bent into my room,ó
I couldnít run, he couldnít moveó
A tilting planet, the swirling brush,ó
Itís hysteria, itís phantasmagoria,
Itís late but,
No oneís sleeping just yetó
Weíre headed towards the sheetsó
All is silent in the yard;
Itís a good thing I can still
Play my guitar!
Itís a blessing counted
That weíve still got
Things left to talk about;
Itís a good night out when You can
See the faces in trees!
He runs long distance
And his mom tells me she misses me.
All is silent in the yard,
Furry creatures donít bother me.
Iím leaning towards the bard;
Iíve forgotten how good this gets.
In the morning, cars start the long haul,
Out in the rat race, like everybody else;
Itís lights or never, great or terrible,ó
My betís on you, Dickinson!
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