Mid-Air - Rosanne Cash

I’m haunted by your poems

And the color of your hair

A world unfolds outside my door

But will I find you there?

Your picture on the mantle

In a room that is stripped bare

You’re the rhythm of my bloodstream

But will I find you there?

When night falls out my window

I catch you in mid-air

In your screams and your history

Will I find you there?

I’ve earned your condemnation

Angry words and frozen stares

If I keep walking towards forgiveness

Will I find you there?

I carry you in my body

My heart and my soul and my prayers

And all my dreams of our destiny

Baby, will I find you there?