(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding)
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On a misbegotten, moonless night
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I stumbled in my door
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Disgusted with my circumstance
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When floating from my bedroom
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Came a moaning and a sigh
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"Oh, I've had one too many
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It's just the wind," says I
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I lit up a cigarette
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And I poured a good, stiff drink
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You see, I needed to compose myself
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I needed time to think
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No sooner had I settled down
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The moaning came again
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Drifting through the silence
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Like some otherworldly violin
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I bounded up the staircase
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I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall
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You know, I've been around the whole, wide world
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But I was not prepared at all
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Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host
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"Well, I see you've made yourself at home.
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Good evening, Miss Ghost."
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You're more beautiful than ever
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I feel just like a kid
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And I commence to trembling
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When I think of all the things we did
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Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood
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Imagine my surprise, my dear
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I thought that you were gone for good
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You look so lovely lying there
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All stretched out on your back
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But I'm the one who's strung up here
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On old temptation's rusty rack
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And in the wee small hours
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Is when I miss you the most
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And I confess it, I have missed you
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Miss Ghost
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I threw open the window
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And I howled at the rain
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And I cursed the weakness of the flesh
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This breath and bone-and this brute, reptilian brain
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What dirty tricks the mind can play
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In the lonely dead of night
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When you bump into the shadow
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Of a faded love that wasn't right
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Way down beneath the surface
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Far beyond the light of day
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So many things lie buried deep
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And baby, they should stay that way
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Oh, my wicked, little habit
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We've really made a mess
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Everything's been trivialized
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In our vain pursuit of happiness
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And even though you've come for me
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I won't go back with you
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To some temporary heaven
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Down some empty, dead-end avenue
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But it's been so good to have you here
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And I propose a toast
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"Here's to seeing through you-
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Miss Ghost."
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Miss Ghost
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| Don Henley |
