On the side of a road in a ditch
Where the dew on a cold morning blue
Leaves unacceptable promises undone
In a ditchwater blur shining through
It is here where dead pledges fester
To no more be heard of again
As the squeak of a creak a Halloween freak
Is a ditch full of something insane
The time is too late for denials
They’ll be digging a new kind of ditch
Somewhere to hold new promises bold
On the nod with a wink and twitch
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