Becoming A Ghost

It's something for us to be wild and free

and not get around like a windy breeze

It dances and twirls up over our head

or spits and spins around our feet instead.

A windy breeze has no mind where it goes

thirty two degrees doesn't know that it's cold

Blowing from the north we turn up the heat

or from the south we wish we could freeze.

The next nearest thing to becoming a ghost

is talking or texting on our phones to boast,

that some friends still knock on our door

while there are others we won't see anymore.

It's something for us to be wild and free

and not get around like a windy breeze

I remember the days we stuck tighter than glue

now each and every day those days are few.

Are there others with a mind where you go

you use to warm my heart but now it's cold

Your touch would send chills and turn up the heat

and when we kissed I wished time would freeze.

The next nearest thing to becoming a ghost

is talking or texting on our phones to boast,

that some friends still knock on our door

while there are others we won't see anymore.

It's something for us to be wild and free

and not get around like a windy breeze

How come we don't get around like we use to

you've became as ghostly to me as I am to you.

Oh I've had half a mind where I could go

there in your warm arms out of the cold

But you're heart's down south where you'll find the heat

while my soul's up north in a deep freeze.

The next nearest thing to becoming a ghost

is talking or texting on our phones to boast,

that some friends still knock on our door

while there are others we won't see anymore.

It's something for us to be wild and free

and not get around like a windy breeze...