Valerie Ahern

Valerie Ahern

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Ghosts of '53

Written By: Valerie Ahern

Ghosts of ‘53

She waits in her yard, like a spider in her web
When she sees you, she’ll strike up a chat
You’ll start to hear things over and over
But don’t bother telling her that
Old news is always new,
Every time you meet
Like reruns in black and white
That endlessly repeat
Just hope you don’t have somewhere else to be
When she talks about the Ghosts of ‘53

She’ll point down the street, to her son’s old school
Which was nice to have so near
Then she’ll confess, they don’t speak anymore
And suddenly it’s clear
Why this story’s often told
Of how he’d walk to school each day
It keeps him close to home
Even when he’s far away
Sure it seems like no one’s there to you and me
But she’s surrounded by the Ghosts of ‘53

Through my window, I watch her
Like I’m watching my own future
Wondering what moments I’ll replay
Maybe one will happen today

A wink of an eye, or some odd choice of words
And you’ll be right there in the scene
In days when she worked for the leader of the band
And his red-haired comic queen
Left alone to tell the tale
Of how she had a front-row seat
Now reruns in black and white
Endlessly repeat
If you listen closely, then maybe you will see
Why she’s holding on, holding on to the Ghosts of ‘53

Ghosts of '53

Written By: Valerie Ahern

She waits in her yard, like a spider in her web
When she sees you, she’ll strike up a chat
You’ll start to hear things over and over
But don’t bother telling her that
Old news is always new,
Every time you meet
Like reruns in black and white
That endlessly repeat
Just hope you don’t have somewhere else to be
When she talks about the Ghosts of ‘53

She’ll point down the street, to her son’s old school
Which was nice to have so near
Then she’ll confess, they don’t speak anymore
And suddenly it’s clear
Why this story’s often told
Of how he’d walk to school each day
It keeps him close to home
Even when he’s far away
Sure it seems like no one’s there to you and me
But she’s surrounded by the Ghosts of ‘53

Through my window, I watch her
Like I’m watching my own future
Wondering what moments I’ll replay
Maybe one will happen today

A wink of an eye, or some odd choice of words
And you’ll be right there in the scene
In days when she worked for the leader of the band
And his red-haired comic queen
Left alone to tell the tale
Of how she had a front-row seat
Now reruns in black and white
Endlessly repeat
If you listen closely, then maybe you will see
Why she’s holding on, holding on to the Ghosts of ‘53