Ghosts

How come I don't Think about you so often Even though Even though you're on my mind When the sun goes west to east And the moon finds his own way home Why have I A sense that someone's gotta show him how it's done Why is it always Stormy in this desert When there's no cloud in sight And I've never seen a spot of rain I think I owe you a silent chat And a bite to drink, if you'd fancy that Or a skype would suffice in place of something In place of something proper I think there's something to be said For leaving things too late It adds value to the effort Adds flavour to stale bread I think we should jump the lights And get ahead of the traffic I've got a membership A first-class ticket like a socialite We'll see the ghosts Of past duets before us And they'll guide us And they'll guide us through the minefield I can hear semaphore I can hear sign language Coming from Coming from within the floorboards Telling me Telling me Telling me Telling me Telling me Telling me Telling me You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost You're not a ghost