In My Yard

The Ghost of Paul Revere

Compositor: Charles Gagne / Griffin Sherry / Maxwell Davis / Sean McCarthy

Letters piled up at the front door of my phone
Yet I felt alone
Watching everyone go
Peeking through the curtains with the lights off
Just trying not to get caught
Trying to keep watch

Whittled away the whole oak tree today
Yet I felt the same
Pocket full of change
Morning turns the quarter Sun to copper
A penny paid, a nickel made
None the wiser

Here in my yard
I spend my days
Here in my yard
Time fades away

Enough was enough, they don't send nothing no more
Though I can't be sure
'Cause I locked the door
Rolled up the carpet with myself inside
Couldn't say hello
Never said goodbye

Here in my yard
I spend my days
Here in my yard
Time fades away

Time fades away