dancing in the rain

Faith Taylor I sit alone by the cemetery Trying to distract myself from reality The moon looks white and dark, welcoming and scary And I wonder why I look at all these ghosts and feel no sentimentality Well maybe there's a little bit, for I feel a small pang of heartbreak And as my I lips begin to quiver and my eyes begin to quake I begin to blame myself, I could have saved her, I could have tried Maybe if I had chosen not to drink my baby would still be alive.