I recall faces in the fall, VFW halls and the leaves from the trees On the street, like bodies under sheets Slick with rain as the past spreads like a stain I was weak, my heart was asleep as the cool November rain stung my cheek Half-adored, speeding up I-94 toward a big black door opening up a little more... Lived nine lives, swallowed ninety knives Finally felt fine when the last one cut the tie That bound me to the last vestige of you Like a ghost in the shell or a ghost in my shoe No one knows just where your Old Joy goes Hope you catch your favorite shows You live the life you chose No one knows just where your Old Joy goes Strike a pose, freeze a smile in time Place your bets, referee regrets Oh you give what you get, just haven't got it yet...