Ghosts

There's a box up on the top shelf I moved out of reach so many years ago Filled with letters, filled with postcards All the pieces of a time I used to know I wonder if I took it down now Would I find the things I'd hidden there inside? Maybe I would find the ocean A wave would rise and I'd be taken by the tide They're not gone, they're not dead They're still living in my head Some I know, some I've never seen And I don't know where I'm led By what's living in my head When I walk, I know what bends my knee It has to be the ghosts in me There's some ruins in the backyard Someone built them there before we came around We don't know what they were made for We don't know what else is buried in the ground Maybe if we tried to listen Read the writing, learned the music to the songs We might find what we've been missing We might see what has been right there all along They're not gone, they're not dead They're still living in my head Some I know, some I've never seen And I don't know where I'm led By what's living in my head When I walk, I know what bends my knee It has to be the ghosts in me I saw a stranger on the front page I heard voices saying he had done the crime I saw a stranger on the sidewalk I heard voices saying walk the other side I saw a screaming politician My own voice said he was right and they were wrong I saw my lover in the kitchen My own voice was saying I can't stay for long They're not gone, they're not dead They're still living in my head Some I know, some I've never seen And I don't know where I'm led By what's living in my head When I walk, I know what bends my knee It has to be the ghosts in me