Fickle Ghost

I have got to go

Let me ride upon your handlebars

Did you ever know

I'd been waiting in a black sidecar?

I'm a fickle ghost

Every hour I've changed my mind

But whatever else

To the present I have never lied

You never went away

You've been sitting in the wet back yard

You didn't even hide

You were waiting with a question mark

Though it's what you want

We will never put away the past

There's a quiet witch hunt

And the color's never going to hold fast

There is an angry man

He is looking through his sleepy eyes

Turn around again

Never knew it could be this wise

I have got to go

Let me ride upon your handlebars

Did you ever know

I'd be waiting to see who you are?