Edinburgh

I am travelling across the sea
With my suitcase and guitar to keep me company
I am far from home, just another stray
In rowdy crowd of travelers this holiday

And who'd expect this revenant waiting here for me
A ghost that smiles and takes my arm when no one else can see
And we walk and talk, and I drink coffee, watch you drink your tea
In Edinburgh

We are strolling down the ancient streets
On a sunny day that's counting down to New Year's Eve
There's the Torch Parade, and it's fireworks time
But I've always run away at the first strains of Auld Lang Syne

The loneliness that finds me in a crowd's to be admired
For it's deft and skilled and makes me feel revealed in my disguise
But memory tattooed on my heart is all that is required
At Edinburgh

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So here's to things that never were alongside all that is
The losses that we all endure and the faces that we miss
And the hundred thousand things I meant to say but never did...

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