Ghost Bod

Imagine on an endless motorway No sign of any cars and yet your friend has been knocked down Looks like an accordion In a washing machine And yet the gaze it just won't let up Unreal as it seems Like floating in a waking dream Scream until your ghostly throat is raw Even though you're no where to be seen Cry until you hear the first crow caw Even though you're not sure what it means Imagine, in an empty stratosphere No sign of any life and yet The mountains all have trees Heading for a destination That you have never seen Scream until your ghostly body falls Even though you're no where to be seen Cry until your feet have touched the ground Even though you're not sure how it feels Scream until your ghostly throat is raw Even though you're no where to be seen