The Stranger

In the light of the moon
He watches me
With distant eyes
I know who he is
But I can’t see his face
He needs no disguise

The stranger calls to me
And says I must go with him
But I tell him he’ll just have to wait
Not yet shall I give in

“There are some things that I must do
Before I travel with you…”

I tried to explain
That I wasn’t through
But all he said
Was, “Life is too short to
Do what you can
To get ahead.”

The stranger calls to me
But this time I go along
I have no fear that he is near
But I wonder which road we’re on…