Neighbors from Neighbors by Sam Moss

Well you've come, to look at your neighbors
A quiet bunch, who don't leave home
Sitting, in your bedroom
Rocking the chair to pieces, moving on

I see a few ghosts, when you are smiling
When you are sad, they cannot move
Breathing, in a four leaf clover
Spitting out a hollow tomb

All wrapped up, in a blanket
Say are you warm, are you warm tonight?
I am whispering, breathing
Cradled by that shiny pale moonlight

Fill me up you won't exist
Get me out of this old twist
My bones hurt I need to move
Your wind blows my breath is through

All wrapped up, in a blanket
Say are you warm, are you warm tonight?
I am whispering, breathing
Fighting off that devils appetite

• Americana
• Boston
• Folk
• Massachusetts
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• Staunton