Ghost Light

If you ever wander down to the old part of town
There’s a marquee that leans to one side
And a box office window cloudy and dark
in a lobby where an old usher hides

There the street may suddenly fall silent
And you might feel a faint tinge of fear
Where once stood a line just before curtain time
The sidewalk is quiet and clear

There’s a ghost light keeping me up at night
Out on that darkened stage
And I know it’s here that I’m meant to appear
But somehow I’ve lost my way

They say inside every night the old lights come on bright
And places are taken off stage
By a well polished company consisting of those
Who don’t know that they’ve passed away

The old house it’s standing room only
And these wings they’re bustling too
For it’s known by all that any one curtain call
Maybe the last one you hear

There’s a ghost light keeping me up at night
Out on that darkened stage
And I know it’s here that I’m meant to appear
But somehow I’ve lost my way

A little known soul rings the box office toll
In the oil of endless midnight
Condemned to eternity adding up numbers
That never will come out quite right

Then a whisper slips through all the company and crew
Met with joy and then melancholy
The word has come down from the old man uptown…
Held over indefinitely

There’s a ghost light keeping me up at night
Out on that darkened stage
And I know it’s here that I’m meant to appear
But somehow I’ve lost my way

©2008 Jason Wilber/Everyday Rain Music (BMI)

from the album Secret Window

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