I have lost all inspiration.
So, lets see.
I'll try really hard.

Somewhere lost, out in the moonlight
a woman dances
her hair sways in the breeze
twists and turns
following her every move
brushing shoulders and kissing lips
She is everything that you imagine
wearing nothing but a sheet
to keep her from freezing
no music
and the stars set a background

And everything that you don't see
she's a drunk
having a breakdown
over her fathers grave
driven five miles in the snow
finished three cigarettes
tears wet her cheeks
and her hair is sticking
the music is the mechanical clank
of her Oldsmobile
on its last leg
the moonlight is her lights
casting her shadow to the grass
the stars are only your imagination

Should you come to her
take the bottle from her hand
and walk her to your car

Or turn and walk away
to keep her innocence ?