Walking the Ghost

There's a knocking at my window

Not one for yes but two for no

Some spirit is unsatisfied

From watching her world spin out of control

At night she goes walking around her old home

Objecting to how it's all changed

She preferred her arrangements to the ones which we have made

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost

There's baggage on my shoulders

Making me stoop bending my frame

My neck is crocked lopsided

I will never be tall again

At night she goes walking around her old home

You can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones

I can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost

I'm sensitive to unkindness

Stab in the back burn in the ribs

I need your fingers to straighten my flesh

I hope your fingers are kind

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost

Walking the ghost