Medium

I'm pulling teeth in dreams I visit Salem when I sleep Everyone I love has been crucified by me Tsunami broke and fell to the sea Soaked in my cup of truck stop coffee The ghosts in the hall have all been crucified by me I'm talking to a medium about them next week And if they still hang around here, then I'll hear them speak Sometimes I think I'm talking to spirits or at least I feel you in a song Walk past the trees and out to the clearing but you were gone I was wrong I'm on my way up North Stop for gas outside a truck stop bar A man with a smoke in his hand said "I have something tell you m'am When I cash in my chips and the wagers are placed My debt to nature I will have to pay But God doesn't know that I've been hiding pocket aces" And I am nearly crying cause I had just asked you for a sign Back in my car, hands shaking I guess the medium was right Sometimes I think you're speaking to me on a metaphysical hotline I turn the key and the engine won't start And there you are with the punchline I'm talking to a medium about them next week And if they still hang around here, then I'll hear them speak Sometimes I think I'm talking to spirits or at least I feel you in a song Walk past the trees and out to the clearing but you were gone I was wrong