ghost stories

I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silence
I left when the day broke and walked through the city alone
I looked for a towel, forgot mine when I left Virginia
The snow in my boots was much warmer than you
And I just wanted to go home
Go home
Home
Through layers and layers of blankets, I felt my heart beating
We left in the afternoon, headed down I-95
Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progress
Got lost in New York, but the view from the bridge,
It was beautiful that night
All those lights
Those lights
A couple of hotel rooms and coffee shops later, I found you
Telling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the dark
When you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat, I remembered why I loved you
And my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mind
It wasnt the first time
It wasnt the first time
It wasnt the first time
It wasnt the first time