Ghostly Girl

Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground

Nothing you do is done

And I can tell, you are not real

Girl, what are you doing hereI don't know why, I am here myself

No one else seems to knowNobody likes a spook or so I've deduced

But I have loved some ghosts in my time

But that doesn't mean I want them around

I'd rather be lost than found, I thought I would loose my mindBut through your eyes I see

Past the billboards to the trees

And the flowering weeds

Grow through the cracks of the cityAnd all these things will go

And all these seeds will grow

And you'll be home in the sky