Ghost

I'll be there When the rain draws lines On your freckled panes I'll be there And I'll be there When the rumble Outlasts your pocket change I'll be there You'll see me Through summer-stained sheets And whirring blades You'll see me And You'll hear me In reflective scenes And crowded cavalcades You'll hear me I'll follow you Down trails of chagrin Holding your wedding gown I'll follow you And I'll carry you Back from the sterile bed Of you old home town I'll carry you Don't reach for me Just trust that I am there For I am everywhere Don't reach for me And Don't look back And try to understand For I have been but a ghost And I am Nothing but a whisper Escaping your hands And I am An hourglass memory Slipping through the sand