Great Ghosts

I have my hopes of how I would be after living in exile

After closing your eyes to me

I even wrote scenes where I re-emerged boldly, bearded

Alive

With eskimo eyes

New baby on my back

But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my

Mind, stored away

Great ghosts of my life

Great ghosts of old wives

And their howling

So I spend my wilderness time, rolling on the ground

Pulling my hair and wrestling them of

Yelling at none, punching snow

I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, bid them

Away, I pleaded and cried

There's no room in my life for you or your howling

Let my undo these ropes and go on living without you

Not just change where I live

Go on get, I said

I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them of

After getting set free

But there's no such thing as living without their

Prowling

As you can see, having descended the hill

I still look like me, I still wallow as Phil

And forever will

I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives,

Unkniting my brow

But now I've surrendered

In fact I've joined in

You can hear us howling