walking in the woods at night
looking at your bedroom window
when i saw the light
and i was just fooling around
watching your lips move, never hearing a sound
my feet firmly planted on the ground
but you never knew i was there
as thin as a breath of fresh air
the guy you said was better than most
floated past memories like a forgotten ghost
and he had the wind at his back
carrying lonely tears in a heavy sack
and i've seen them slipping away
like shadows you'll never know what they say
but i can still hear them cry
whispering like a shooting star in a moon-lit sky
walking in the woods at night
looking at your bedroom window
when i saw the light
and i was just fooling around
watching your lips move, never hearing a sound
keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground
but you never knew i was there
as thin as a breath of fresh air
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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