Living with a Ghost

Living without time

Never knowing where it goes, all the time

Only that you're facing some ghost of tomorrow

Chasing notes in your mind

A ghost

Living with a ghost

Never knowing where he goes with the ghost

Only that he's plucking the soul of your sorrow

As you live with the ghost

Give and give to the ghost

The ghost

And though you're waiting like that painting The Scream

As he pockets your pain for his act

Still you know that you're displayed in his dream

Like some monkey that's stuck on his back

But then, why would he look back

When he's got the whole world still to catch?

Got to feed the ghost

Always searching for some gift for the ghost

Knowing that he's raiding your soul for your sorrow

As they're raising a toast

To his raising the ghost

The ghost

And though you're waiting like that painting The Scream

As he never -- no, never -- comes back

Still, you know that he'll just keep chasing the dream

Of the thing no one dreams that he'll catch

But then, now, perhaps he has

Why then would he ever look back

Living without time

Never knowing where it goes, all the time

Only that you're facing some ghost of tomorrow

As it leaves you behind

Playing notes in your mind

Haunted by the ghost

Knowing you're the ghost

The ghost