I can hear footsteps in the alley
Behind your house
It's 3 0'clock in the morning
It must be the Lane way spirit again
I here its clicking heels every morning now
Someone should tell it to go home
Where the sheets are crisp, and clean forever
I've grown used to all the sounds now
As I lay near your warm, soft body
You are resting easy and you breath is soft
Like the pillow beneath my head
Like your spirit that floats on a feather
Always searching for more ways
To love me
That scarlet tanager is waking up too
Like me he can't wait for the day to begin
He's telling anyone who will listen
How good it is to be alive this day
His mate is sleeping soundly on a branch nearby
And like me, he is telling the world
Stories of his love that will last forever
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