Ghost where’d you go?
Out the door? Or the window? Will you show?
Dance on my mind,
on my thoughts, and on my calm, and my unwind
Ghosts throw jazz through the window
Ghosts, they know where to go
Ghosts leave remnants of good times behind
Ghosts bring desert-bent snow
Ghost – just leave me alone
Send me a sign.
Or a word, simple songs, an invisible line
Ghost, where’d you go?
To the sea? To the mountain? I don’t know.
this is your life chuck johnson 