Into Dust

Can you hear those footsteps down the hall?

Is it a spirit come to call?

With a message from the dead meant to blow apart my head

Or is it just my pussycat wearing love beads and a hat?

I guess it's much to dark to tell if it's a cat or living hell I'll never know

While the highway whispers promises of better things to come

I'm searching through my dresser for another shot of rum

But sleep won't come to me tonight

I walk the floor until the dawn

And all at once the morning breaks and sleeplessness is gone

I'm left exhausted by the hall

I guess there's nothing there at all except a footstep in my mind