Last Dance

Remember that September in the mountains in the rain? You wore a sash of satin and you tossed it from the train. I have it in the pocket of my old trench coat back home along with that small locket and your silver brush and comb. Just trinkets and momentos of a life that might have been, I see you in the mirror right behind me there my friend. You look a little hollow eyed and wild like New Year's Eve you know I never even cried the day I saw you leave. Come dance a gentle dance with me and whisper in my ear, I don't care if no one can see For I know that your'e here.