On a Hill In the Rain - Paul O'Reilly

I trace your footprints in the snow

From my house to your door

When it gets dark

The train stops running in our ghosts

Dangers lie in all the snow

I go on foot

The railway through the time

As the windows of your friends

When I went to the sea

I pass the stations and the bars

I pass the ruins of the house

Where people lived

The ghost of your mother came to me

In a dream

And said you are not far

I made my plans from a window of a dream

Headed for that ghost

There are no photographs to prove

You existed in it all

That you ever were

Letters that I meant to write

About movies and the times

They are left on down

These days most things are still the same

I am embarrassed by afraid

Of you are on a stiff

I still went to bay at night

Count the birds on the whites

To fall asleep

The ghost of your mother came to me

In a dream

And said you are not far

I've made my plans from a window of a dream

Headed for that ghost

Streets are quiet now

It's late

There is no one around

I 'cross where I liked

I don't remember anything

About what I did last night

Or where I was

The window whistles in the trees

Starts singing to the sea

But there are no words

I trace your footprints in the snow

From my house to your door

When it gets dark

The ghost of your mother

Whispered in my ear

You were not enough

So I made my plans from a window of a dream

Headed for that ghost