THE LOST IMAGE

THE LOST IMAGE

                                           

There's a camera taking pictures
Can it tell just what I see?
Can it capture the real feeling
and the person that's inside me?

As I stand outside the church
looking down the empty highway
the shadows of the night
are quickly growing

My long dress whiping up the footprints
My hair pouring down my face
like tears pouring in my heart
Cause I know what it was...
all just a lie

The leaves are rustling lightly
 a cold breeze stirs them in the lights
of one lonely car that's passing
just a motion without heart,
in the night

My feet are cold here on the stone step
the threshold of a lost dream
and you're trying to capture that
like an image of the past,
of a ghost in black and white,
as if to make it real
But it wasn't meant to be, for me

The church is dark and empty
The contract null and void
The action is all past
There's a poster on the wall that says NO TRESPASSING

I tried to be the image that you wanted
but I couldn't live up to your reality
I can't be someone else
I can only be me

I had to leave it
I had to walk away
to become invisible again
and as silent as the new moon in December

It's just a memory of a memory
of one that was never made
of a dream that was best left where it was,
in the heart and mind,
where it would forever be sweet

Say good-bye to Richard
Say good-bye to Jean
Say good-bye to all of it
cause a nightmare's not my idea of a dream ...................

*written in 1970