there is a hole
nearby the water
when cold wind strips
the beaches bare
if you are wise
and you look closely
you’ll find my heart
is hiding there
i am alive
on certain evenings
i am a ghost
most every night
you may not hear
my come and goings
but you may see
a distant light
it’s scratched and bruised
but never broken
it’s never seen
the light at all
and i have learned
i don’t much need it
but still i wish
that it might call
the beach will flood
the sand go rushing
and wash my poor, cold heart to sea
and i will feel
my white face blushing
and hope a new one comes to me
and so i sit
here in this cold room
i try to keep
it out of mind
and wonder where
my heart will go to
and would it be
that hard to find
credits
from Song of the Week III,
track released October 3, 2014
Songwriter: Drew G. Smith
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