Tristan Omand My Favorite Haunts
It was a cold night, dark as anthracite
And the streetlights were shot out one by one
So I walked down to the real dead dive
And ordered Dewar’s on ice
The barkeep told me, a little story
About a place on the hill not far from there
Where you can get your kicks, or get real sick
Lose your money but feel good in the morning
I said it’s alright, by the bar light
Saw her coming in, she’d been gone so long
I wondered, did she find herself,
Or just find someone else
Man, I can’t escape this one
She sat down by me, and said real slyly
Do you love me, do you still love me?
I replied, I’m not so so sure,
It might be your memory that I’m infatuated with
Not who you are now
That’s when she hit me with a broken bottle
I fell to the floor in a pool of shame
My friends and neighbors came to my resuce
Said Jack, what are you doing here with Jane?
I said I’m leaving, and she’s coming with me
I’m gonna give her that ring, she’ll take my name
Aren’t we all so damn crazy?
The heart wants what it wants, wants what it wants
If love’s a fire, then I’m still burning
I’m just a ghost, she’s one of my favorite haunts
