Like a Banshee in the Woods

Living life like a wounded animal licking its wounds

Fantasizing about erotically spent afternoons

Elusive memories that resemble shifting sand dunes

Those parts of my life now cocooned,

The attempt of man to ascend like a hairless baboon

While carrying a six shooter into a smoky saloon

All that sentimentality evoked by a Top 40 Tune

A certain emptiness emitted by the light of the moon,

Where all the misadventures of life are strewn

But it will all be over way too soon

An attic full of relics all gone to ruin

In your world of the tarnished silver spoon,

I’m sorry but you had me at a loss or misunderstanding

Should have known this would never be a soft landing

The way you left me alone broken there just standing

Oh I should apologize for being too demanding?

There you are like a banshee in the woods

It’s misty and dark and you’re up to no good

Planning to end whatever you think you should

God I would turn back the clock if only I could,

Just to return back to a gentler point in time

Where the world made sense and seemed to rhyme

Where you could still enjoy a Valentine

Maybe retreat to a cabin in the pines,

Looking in the mirror at your facial lines

Life seems to have transformed into poison ivy vines

Then you have to admit to yourself those mistakes were mine

All the time lying to yourself everything will be just fine.