From the recording Possibly Ghosts


Possibly Ghosts
I guess all the actors are torn
Is this the final bow?
When there’s no eloquence
Spoken here anyhow.
Obsess with these thoughts so worn
Keep pulling that rusty plow
Turns the dirt of consequence
What can we sow here right now?
So goodbye maybe
And what if only
We say it’s in the past
Just say it’s in the past.
I confess we had never sworn
To fight on anyhow
And there’s no evidence
Of a pledge or a vow
I guess before ghosts are born
Something must die somehow
Is it your preference
To be haunted right now?