Ghost of a Chance
Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love And make it last... Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth For so many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love And make it last...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run...
Energy is contagious Enthusiasm spreads Tides respond to lunar gravitation Everything turns in synchronous relation Laughter is infectious Excitement goes to my head Winds are stirred by planets in rotation Sparks ignite and spread new information Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate Sun dogs fire on the horizon Meteor rain stars across the night This moment may be brief But it can be so bright Hope is epidemic Optimism spreads Bitterness breeds irritation Ignorance breeds imitation Sun dogs fire on the horizon Meteor rain stars across the night This moment may be brief But it can be so bright Reflected in another source of light When the moment dies The spark still flies Reflected in another pair of eyes Dreams are sometimes catching Desire goes to my head Love responds to your invitation Love responds to imagination Respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Nature has some new plague To run in our streets History some new wrinkle We are doomed to repeat Fugitives at the bedroom door Lovers pause to find an open store Rain is burning on the forest floor And the red tide kisses the shore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Stay out of the sun It only burns my skin Sky full of poison And the atmosphere's too thin Bless the sun, the rain no more River running like an open sore Black wind falling to the ocean floor And the red tide washes ashore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest Deadline approaches For the weary land It used to be something But we let it run down in our hands Too late for debate, too bad to ignore Quiet rebellion leads to open war Bring a sea-change to the factory floor As the red tide covers the shore Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025