Joan Shelley
When The Light Is Dying
You know I sing of love
Because it scares you least of all
I'm home in the decaying
In the scattered leaves of fall
But oh, I'm seeing ghosts, I'm seeing ghosts
I sing along when all my favorite stories
Are proving false, they are proving false
The ones they love to tell you
When you've never asked at all
When the fire is dying
Darling, come inside
You and I drove for hours
Through the endless Kansas plains
I traced the black outline
Of every stubborn human thing
Alone on the horizon
"You want it darker," Leonard sings
Well, the light is dying
Darling, come inside
Sad is the beginning
If the end is all it brings
But still the world keeps turning
Between the wood, the rocks, the springs
And all I came to tell you
As night collapses everything
Is if the song keeps playing
Darling, sing along