Haunted Days
Robert Wratten
These are haunted days
Bonfire-scented autumn days
Someone's slipped away
And someone's thoughts are all in one place
These are haunted days
The year is facing its old age
I met her from work at three to see her home
So she could catch some sleep
Everything's a little
Everything's a little thrown
I watched her cry for someone I didn't know
You can sense it on the wind
The wind that sets the trees to singing
Hear them whispering how someone's gone
Someone's missing
These are haunted days
Sad and golden, underplayed
I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
So she could catch some sleep
These are haunted days
Bonfire-scented autumn days
You can't fix everything that breaks
And someone's thoughts are all in one place