A Ghost Every Day

[Erik Torgersen]

I thought I was a man of flesh and blood, but I'm just a reject of Halloween; ‘cause I was born a ghost and I’ll die one, and I’ll be one every day in between.  

Standing alone with my hand out, I’m just waiting for your touch; maybe you really can’t see me, or maybe ghosts don’t matter very much. 

Everyone is alone sometimes, and for our sins we all must pay, but I swear I would move the Earth to not be a ghost every day.  

With my need pumping in my veins and pain wet upon my cheek, gold is not the treasure I desire, just the love that we all seek.                                                                          

But maybe you just can’t hear me, neither pleading whispers nor my shrieks, or maybe I’m that kind of ghost, a lost soul which no one seeks. 

So all my needs go unfulfilled, they’re just pipe dreams or some such; I’m forever deprived of your love, because ghosts don’t matter very much.