Ghost in the Cityscape

Five weeks out of prison

I tried to write you a song

Bursting with major fourths

And seven or eight verses long

The next day I just threw it out

You see the words didn't sit quite right

After the last thing you said on the courthouse steps

Echoed in my head all through the night

Five months out of prison

I tried to paint a portrait of you

It was full of color and full of light

Porcelain and auburn hues

The next week I shredded the canvas

You see I'm all in my head

Are your eyes green or are they blue?

When I last saw you they were red

You're my ghost in the cityscape

Always haunting me

Even here on the outside

I'm never quite free

You're my ghost in the cityscape

Always haunting me

Even here on the outside

I'm never quite free You're my ghost in the cityscape

Always haunting me

Even here on the outside

I'm never quite free You're my ghost in the cityscape

Always haunting me

Even here on the outside

I'm never quite free

Five years out of prison

I finally wrote you a song

This is what I came up with

Not sure what took me so long

Somehow I doubt that you'll hear it

It's really just for me

When the melody bursts and escapes my throat

Then I'm finally free, now I'm finally free