Ghost Stories

moonlight reflecting on the water
collecting in an old hubcap
the wind whipping the roof
of a tin shack out back
my cousins and me
sitting on my grandma's car
passing the summer
telling ghost stories in the dark

telling ghost stories
beneath the stars
haunted by the night
romanced by the dark

come fall, my cousins would haul
back up to Albuquerque
and we'd meet again
a year wiser from the street
feeling our way
through this world of mystery
stumbling over the innocence
being swept out from under me

and telling ghost stories
beneath the stars
haunted by the night
romanced by the dark

it's burrying friends or kin
just about the only way
we all find ourselves
in the same place
my cousins and me
closing down the bars
out in the parking lot
telling ghost stories in the dark

and telling ghost stories
beneath the stars
haunted by the night
and romanced by the dark