Ghost Story

I watch the Western sky

The sun is sinking

The geese are flying South

It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much

I did not suffer

What did not kill me

Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come

His icy sinews

Now in the fire light

The case continues

Another night in court

The same old trial

The same old questions asked

The same denial

The shadows close me round

Like jury members

I look for answers in

The fire's embers

Why was I missing then

That whole December

I give my usual line:

I don't remember

Another winter comes

His icy fingers creep

Into these bones of mine

These memories never sleep

And all these differences

A cloak I borrow

We kept our distances

Why should it follow I must have loved you

What is the force that binds the stars

I wore this mask to hide my scars

What is the power that pulls the tide

I never could find a place to hide

What moves the Earth around the sun

What could I do but run and run and run

Afraid to love, afraid to fail

A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking

Another day begins and now I'm thinking

That this indifference was my invention

When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star

You were my measure

You were a pirate's map

A buried treasure

If this was all correct

The last thing I'd expect

The prosecution rests

It's time that I confess: I must have loved you