I dreamed the moon was hanging by a thread
I had sought you out to try and make amends
when the heavens blew a devil’s breath
that moon came down and split my head
and I woke up without you again
but I have learned to take the mornings in the chin
a circle of salt around the bed to keep the nightmares in
I chain them to a scratching post
shower, shave, make my toast
and get on with the life that I have left
but I think I’m happy underneath this cloudy sky
there’s a sliver of the sun stuck in the corner of my eye
and no illusions left I can defend
if you don’t believe me
if you don’t believe me
just pretend
and I hang my horseshoes crooked on the wall
careless as the moon, I let the luck fall
‘cause superstition always leads
to idle hands or rosaries
and I won’t pray for luck that I don’t need
‘cause I have spent too much time holding on to hope
tossing pennies in a fountain ‘till I was nearly broke
and between you, me, and the summer rain
I’ve only got myself to blame
for thinking something oh so gold could stay
but hey...
I think I’m happy underneath this cloudy sky
there’s a sliver of the sun stuck in the corner of my eye
and no illusions left I can defend
if you don’t believe me
if you don’t believe me
just pretend
just pretend
just pretend
if you don’t believe me
just pretend
credits
from Ghosts in the Pipes,
released January 3, 2016
Jeff Giles: vocals, guitars, piano (MIDI sequencer)
produced by Jeff Giles
engineered by Brian MacMillan & Andy Magoffin
mixed & mastered by Andy Magoffin
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