Ghosts

The cars have pulled up
and the guests have gone home and it’s
Quiet now
Another year’s passed
and the guests have been gone and it’s
Quiet now

When everyplace we’ve ever been to
Still follows me like a dream
When every touch, every memory
Still follows me like a dream

Inside’s the party and I am the host
Of ghosts. ghosts. ghosts.

Invisible cobwebs line every chair and it’s
Quiet now
Around every corner I keep thinking I see you there, but it’s
Quiet now

There’s a funny pretty little shy girl who
follows me like a dream
She acts as if she knows me
but all I can see is are these

ghosts. ghosts. ghosts.
ghosts. ghosts. ghosts.

Come dance with me
Come dance with me
Beautiful phantoms come waltzing in circles
Swirling all in satins,
organzas and purples (they say)

Bend, Sway
Then Walk away
They’re all Ghosts.