Cue the Dancing Skeleton

Are you a man or just a theme of lament;

Recycled energy from a half a can of beer and a cloud above your head?

A half cocked smile while you’re singing the blues,

All the while stuck in a dream of ‘Blue Suede shoes’;

Walking around town like Elvis singing Huey Lewis and the News-

Because times all mixed up

When you’ve been through it all and have nothing else to lose.

You pace through the old folks home looking for the exit.

Then you get escorted back to your room by a man who looks like your son Vincent.

Looking in the mirror you see a young Buddy Holly

You start to see your real self once you think of your wife Molly,

Is she dead or is she still waiting?

Sometimes you can still hear her singing,

Maybe she’s down in B wing with all the other crazy old ladies.

You start to think are you old or did you just die young?

You were born to be wild so you rode your horse out to the sun

And your ghost is here trying to live it all again.

Or something like that.

Your hearts torn between living and pretending to be dead.

You never really go to bed, you just rest your head;

Listening to cars pass by- they run over sheep’s in your mind.

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling-

It morphs into anything and everything you might be feeling.

You start to see a tear, you see a heart

Then you start to see it braking.

You yell out for Vincent but its just that guy that looks like him

And he tells you to go back to bed.

Like it’s really that easy.

You’ve made your bed-

That was hard enough already

Now laying in it is a whole different story.

Let alone dying in it;

Then leaving it and getting buried.

The insects will eat you like they have your whole life

Then the wear and tear will finally show on the outside.

You hear murmurs of passerbys visiting their loved ones

No funeral for you- no flowers, not even one.

Not one tear in the soil to respect your turmoil.

You turn into dust and fall deeper into the earth,

Until your reach the center:

The boiling pit mixed with all the dust of other ghosts who didn’t get a visit.

Now all you can do is haunt other people until you feel gruesome.

But first you have to find Molly

Walking through deaths valley is very lonesome.