From:         Jennie Hayes <jmhaye@SKCLA.MONSANTO.COM>
Subject:      Dark Night - filk
 
Listening to the radio has been dangerous lately...
 
Dark Night  - FK filk
(to the tune of "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg)
 
Found his old lover in her club that night,
The snow was falling Christmasy,
He stole behind her and he brushed her hand,
But she knew that it was he.
 
She didn't know why he was there at first,
But then her eyes flew open wide,
"He's disappointed," she warned quietly,
"And he's gonna want your hide."
 
He shrugged his shoulders unrepentantly,
She raised a brow but didn't nag,
They both stared out into the half-drunk crowd,
And the conversation flagged.
 
They went to have themselves a drink or two,
In private rooms behind the bar,
He hesitated as he took his glass,
But she said, "It's what we are."
 
They drank a toast to innocence,
They drank a toast to now,
They tried to reach beyond the emptiness,
But neither one knew how.
 
He said the years had been a friend to her,
And that her eyes were still as blue,
And in those eyes he wasn't sure if he
Saw doubt or gratitude.
 
She said she travelled with their master still,
He'd brought her safety and some pride,
She would've liked to say she loved the man,
But she didn't like to lie.
 
She said she heard he'd found a mortal's job,
And that he must be doing well,
He said the lives he led were wonderful,
But the travelling was hell.
 
They drank a toast to innocence,
They drank a toast to now,
They tried to reach beyond the emptiness,
But neither one knew how.
 
They drank a toast to innocence,
They drank a toast to time,
Reliving in their eloquence,
Another Auld Lang Syne.
 
The bottles emptied and their tongues were tired,
And running out of things to say,
He gave a kiss to her as he went out,
And she watched him drive away.
 
Just for a moment he went back in time,
And felt that old familiar pain.
And as he turned to make his way back home,
The snow turned into rain.
 
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