Dust twirled in the streets
The wind howled between apartment buildings
My fears and hopes fitted nicely in my suitcase
The day I left home.
The sky was naked blue
The sun beat down on the blue Peugeot
That drove home out of me
The day I took the ghosts within me.
Trees were standing guard on either side of the streets
Gorgeous big birds were chirping
And the afternoon light has never been as sad as
The day I left home with the ghosts.
Dogs were howling at the blazing sun
Memories walked up and down the streets
And doors have never been more closed as
The day our blue Peugeot drove home out of me.