Drawn to the light like a moth to a flame
He saw the columns from the bayou, that dark and muddy drain
In the belly of the mansion, he swallowed a prayer
Then like the shadows on the Teche, he went a creeping up the stairs
Was that the murmur of voices or just a mournful wind?
It was strangely familiar, so he leaned to listen in
As if old conversations still lingered up there
With the smoke of spirit candles swirling in the air
Godchild, what makes you roam
Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
Godchild, don't you know?
You are caught between worlds
Let go and return to the fold
Nothing of this earth had prepared him at all
For his reflection in a window with all that he saw
Suddenly upon him, it's a scene from the past
Then like a sigh on a mirror, it melts into the gla**
Godchild, what makes you roam
Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
Godchild, don't you know?
You are caught between worlds
Let go and return to the fold
In the thicket, twiney fingers slapped at his retreat
When it struck him to ask, "Am I the dreamer or the dream?"
'Twas the burning question that made him turn back
And he was yearning for a sign when he froze in his tracks
Through the fog, the old mansion was paled in the dark
Like a face in the moonlight brooding over the marsh
That window was a glimmer against a deepening night
He saw it blinking like a signal with the winking of an eye
Godchild, what makes you roam
Through the cracks in time and the walls of this home?
Godchild, don't you know?
You are caught between worlds
Let go and return to the fold