The Road to God

All my old haunts are haunted. Like houses filled with ghosts. The memories remain, they say, like Soldiers at their posts. Everywhere in town, there is a

Place I used to be. Everywhere I go I find a Little piece of me. We danced for years out in these streets We paved the road to God. For any following to see The road is straight and broad. And if you take those footsteps They will take you to a Hill You might see echoes of us seated Blanketed and still. We’re there to watch the sunset and we’re Hopelessly in love Back when things were simpler Back when we were young.