©2007 Crandall

I’m still thinkin’ that you’re near
On the couch or up the stairs
Your voice wakes me in the night
I hear you come in to tell me, “It’s alright”

I sense your laughter in the air
The scent of soap left in your hair
Your polished wit
Your quick-draw mind
Shooting back at me
Like bullets from the divine

I saw you last night at the bitter end
With your high boots on
Sexy little child
Bright-eyed and free
Turning every head your way…
Even the ghost of you
A moment’s view
Could bring me right down to my knees

I took a drive out to the coast
To find those cliffs
Where we got lost
Two happy drunks
Too stoned to get far
I threw the last of you
To the waves and to the stars

I saw you last night at the bitter end
With those high boots on
Your coquettish smile
So charming and free
Playing the French courtesan
Who’ll pull you close
Like you’re the one
Who’ll bring her every
Gift that she needs

I’ve come a long way to find you here
Past the river Styx and the ferryman
You ran away from my last goodbye
And the light flew away with you

I saw you last night at the bitter end
With those high boots on
Sexy little child
So bright-eyed and free
Drank one last happy shot
Then the bar cleared out
The lights came up
My world shut down
And you were gone

I saw you last night at the bitter end
With those high boots on
Sexy little child
So bright-eyed and free
Turnin’ every head your way
Even the ghost of you
A moment’s view
Could bring me right down

Even the ghost of you
A moment’s view
Could bring me right down

Even the ghost of you
A moment’s view
Could bring me right down
To my knees