Ghosts

i run along the rocks of the river
and the water is as cold as the snow
the man is chasing behind me
and i can’t afford to falter or slow
i find solace in what we believe
or the hush of a cold gentle rain
but there’s something we love in the mystery
of a man in the midst of a change

she laughed and said i was going nowhere
cause there’s nowhere that she’s ever been
when i get to that place, she’ll remember my face
and say hey man i knew him when, he was younger
but she never loved me at all
she laughed when i was in pain
cause there’s something we’re all frightened of, a man in the midst of the change

out on the roof to inquire of the sky, the existence of ghosts in my life
whose to blame you or i
no one would answer me, they just stared at the weight of the world
and pretend not to feel

the wingman is poised for the battle
but the fool understands not the game
he believes in his mission
predestined position amazing the grace of her name
oh he loves her now as he loved her then
wasting time he remembers the days
and i whistled and sat waiting patiently for the man in the midst of a change

out on the roof to inquire of the sky, the existence of ghosts in my life
whose to blame you or i
no one would answer me, they just stared at the weight of the world
and pretend not to feel

running along the rocks of the river
with the freedom to step where i choose
though i can stop to rest, i like traveling best
when the sides got nothing to lose from it

i find solace in all the extremes
in pleasure as well as in pain
i just wish you’d let me explain to you
a man in the midst of a change