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The Ghosts of New Orleans

from Jumper of Guns by Keith Michaud

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the dogs hunt the attics and call out when they know
another soul has found its way back home

a spirit guided through the dark to a place where all men see
the only thing they ever loved wasn't what was gonna pay their fee
in the fading night of the lights of new orleans

my useless glasses crumble in my hands
and when it's quiet, I can hear Him when He stands

in a rainbow over my shoulder as a ghost, I can barely see
a treasure trove not stocked with gold and still I fall to my knees...
in the fading night of the lights of new orleans

if you keep waiting for your time to come
you're wasting your time because time, it don't ever stop

and the ticking of that clock that hangs so high above your bed
when you lay awake and dream big dreams its only a fraction of it
and the money tucked in your mattress will forever go unspent
exactly like the hours wasted as you lay on top of it
and a blinding light one day might find you dying upon your sheets
and you'll pass your last day dreaming of all you would never get to see
in the fading night of the lights of new orleans

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from Jumper of Guns, released October 1, 2011

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Keith Michaud Boynton Beach, Florida

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