Out Of The Woodwork

Long is the night,

Angel i'm walking home

Last one out the door,

Keys in my hand.

Then she came to me,

To speak to me,

Yet words would not come.

So I told her a story,

Of where we could go.

And dance with each other,

And love one another.

Bright lights across the floor.

And she came to me,

And danced with me.

And we moved on out the door.

She walked,

And she jingled.

As I turned,

Down the sidewalk.

Then she pulled me,

And took me on home...

by Tom Squires

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