Love and Ghosts

The only car, lights still on, back-alley parking lot, during a thunderstorm
From the window where I hide upstairs, moving lips is all I see
My own ears massaged by "A Strange Form of Life"
Heartsick ballad of love and ghosts, and the pounding of the rain.

Female vocals wavering and high, like sailors' widows on the sea mist
Gesticulating wildly, anguish painted in her face
Trying desperately to communicate
matters of the heart, using the second language of her tongue.

He is unyielding, now slamming back, he's not happy but nor will he budge
Now saltwater soaks her lovely visage, mimicking the sheets of rain
Marring the glass of the box that contains her.
She wipes her cheeks, under her eyes
Yells lost in the storm, in the music I drown
myself in.

This dismal night, this furious tempest, the heavens' battle-cry
would be a treat if it weren't for all the concrete, the traffic,
the city lights
all the tears in her eyes.
They're leaning in close, inches apart, she's shaking her hands in front of the dash
Are they screaming in their face, are they about to kiss

I duck down low 'neath the window pane
Lost in the sounds of my lonely fill
I turned away from the pain in the sea for a second
They drove into
the night.