Willow Springs

I was taking a different route this afternoon
I don't normally run that way, but I needed something new today
It was the middle of everywhere in younger years
I thought overgrown and abandoned lots like this all disappeared

I ran down the old access road as the sun went down
There parked in the failing light a limousine in pale white
I got in four people that I didn't recognize stared back
They were dressed in pastel colors, tangerine and wilting lilac

Since I only wore my running shorts, I feared they'd find me underdressed
But how could I have known when I left that I'd be a wedding guest

It was dark in the limousine
by Willow Springs
When we were stopped by an officer
he said a parade was coming

So we continued our route on foot
We'd keep our time
But as I ran on the gravel road
I heard the church bell chime

I didn't want to take the wind from our sails, but I knew we ran in vain
I'd already came to terms with missing all the rituals, but now I feared we'd miss champagne

But I had a plan

If we cut across the cemetery green, we're in the clear
There in time to see you cut the cake and then I'll disappear
And I'll keep running through this haunted place and through the moonlit chaparral
Cause somehow I've devised for myself this living hell