come back to me

skipping along the French quarter in New Orleans looking for your ghost
I run into a field of  transparent hoax
they say this is where your body rests
I lay flowers on your grave...

sleeping on the dirt that covers you
I water your earth with my tears
praying for you to come back to me
wishing so much you were here

sending you letters to heaven tied to a balloon
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom

how my heart weeps without you