The Ghost at Grandma's Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



+Steven Curtis Lance



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