Saw her dancing in the hall
Through a hole in the bathroom wall.
I knew I’d be her favorite spy,
She was the hand and I was the eye,
‘Til she said something I overheard,
She could’ve said in fewer words,
“7:30, don’t be late.”
Don’t be anger, and don’t be hate...
She fell in love with a boy like me
Who couldn’t know what to believe,
He was writing some famous book
And all but my words is all that he took,
They took a train to New Mexico,
To the land of melted snow,
She promised never to return,
And she’d be sorry, I could be sure.
I bought a ticket to Amsterdam.
She said she’d be my only friend.
I’d return as my former self,
Still loving her as someone else.
And through the bathroom wall I’d see
A strange face looking back at me.
He said he’d like to tie me up,
So I’d disappear for both of us.
Made my way past the armored guards,
Through the gates to the House of Cards.
Behemoth said I could find him there,
Nestled in a corner chair,
And he said she was heaven sent,
He should’ve said an accident,
He should’ve said a vacancy,
But I was him and he was me.
Found my name on a ticket home
To Margarita’s stolen bones.
I could make them walk around,
Or dance a tap without a sound,
Until the door slam brings me back
Through the smoke of the whistle stacks,
To a murmur in the hall,
I hear her voice, I hear her call...
American songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Jon Hughes, has been based in Ireland since 2005. He has shared a stage with
Damien Jurado, She Keeps Bees, and the legendary singer-songwriter, Buddy Mondlock.
Hughes' latest collection of songs, "Sunshine Remorse", was released in January of 2019....more