your house

passing thru your house

there's only quiet air

a shadow and a ghost

'cause you're not there

you're nowhere

most anywhere

down the hall

there's a hardwood floor

and an open door

but i'm not looking anymore

for traces

of cheap shoelaces

and fading fingerprints

which offer hints

of what seems

like missing dreams 

when the lights turn on

I always see you're gone

and the wall paint fades

playing charades

with the afternoon shade

as the doorbells ring

no one can hear you sing

'cause you're not there

you're nowhere

most anywhere

down the hall

there's a hardwood floor

and an open door

but i'm not looking anymore

for traces

of cheap shoelaces

and fading fingerprints

which offer hints

of what seems

like missing dreams