Her ghost is six or so feet tall

And the lights in the house are dim

His voice still echoes in the hall

She can’t get away from him

I clear the couch off and sit

She hangs up the phone and then

She says she can’t believe he quit

But I know he’ll be back again

Every hour on the hour

He will reappear and make it clear that he’s around

It’s not your average social call he does it all without a sound

Her ghost is propped up in the hall

He speaks no evil there

He doesn’t notice me at all

I find it a bit unfair

I’m bathed in shadow from that wall

I know he’ll be in the air

Every hour on the hour

She’ll watch her apparition stare her down then pass her by

And I’ve no ammunition, I’m the one who’s being exorcised

Every hour on the hour

Every moment all my power

And everywhere I turn I tend to learn that she’s got

Memories that never burn

And this is of concern

And I prepare to go, ’cause this I know

That though he’s out of sight he’s in her mind and in my hair

I’m tiring of this fight besides it’s getting me nowhere

Her ghost makes all of this occur

He does it breathlessly

So long as he’s the life in her

He’ll be the death of me