Never Catch Me

And Then

Tell me a story from when you were young

The little child with the bright eyes had begun

When you adventured and bantered and battered

And fought all the gypsies and pirates with fire

When you used to paint two horse towns in bright red

And  took the world apart by it's head!

Child, I told him with a slight head shake

Maybe my tale's not as grand as you think

I might have at some point painted a town red

But -- what do you think happened then?

You rode off with shouts of victory following

Tipping your hat to the hooting and calling

All the townsfolk called you infinitely brave--

But that was the day that they dug my grave

What do you mean? You were a hero!

Let me pose the question: how do you know?

That's what I've heard! I know that it's true!

Well, I should know and I am telling you

Don't ride your high horse fast through the crowd

You will tumble off and will never be found

But you made it didn't you--

How do you know

That the person you're talking to

Isn't a ghost