Old Mind

Once in a while I wish that I would brave your cold And just take hold of your hand But my hands are tied and cold as well I dwell in my old mind I raise the dust I haunt behind the creaky walls Beware and don't get lost More and more I speak for you And clean my dusty mind for you When I walk out in the sun I see the phantoms are all gone Old minds sometimes forget and faint Like chalk arrows on rainy days The pavement's clear, direction's new And nothing old to hold on to