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