Midnight Porch at Hollow Lane

I walk alone where the jack-o'-lanterns glow

On a silver street where the cold winds blow

Porchlight trembles in the crooked trees

And every shadow knows my name like a breeze

The windows stare, the chimney sigh

A blackbird blinks in the purple sky

I hear the town in a low, slow hum

I could say in my secrets one by one

As the growing bunk ends, I keep going

Through the haunted hush

Through the midnight laying

The town whispers back when I pass by

Soft as a spell

In the autumn night

Past the growing pumpkins, I keep going

Heart in my throat, but my chest starts slowing

Every lost little light seems to call me near

And the dark says my name like it wants me here

The porch swing cricks with no other

Cold blue man and tang in the air

I pass the fence where the dead vines curl

And the whole white block feels like another world

The mailbox rows, the church bell fades

A peel-fought dress through the paper shades

I feel a chorus under the street

Like invisible footprints

Past the glowing pumpkins, I keep going

Through the haunted hush, through the midnight mowing

The town whispers back

When I pass by

So stares about

In the autumn night

As the glowing pumpkins

I keep going

Heart in my throat

But I can't stop slowing

Living lost where the light

Seems to call me near

And the dark says my name

Like it wants me here

If I turn around, will the silence break?

If I look too long, will the houses wake?

But the moon hangs low like a watchful eye

And the ghosts on the porch just drift on by

Pass the blue ink pump

As the glowing pumpkins, I keep going

To the haunted hush through the midnight hallway

The town whispers back when I pass by

Soft as a spell in the autumn night

As the glowing pumpkins, I keep goin'

'Til the last porch light and the wind stop blowin'

Can't sing, then I hear it clear

The town whispers back

And I'm still here