Her Ghost

Brion Jon

Her ghost is six or so feet tall 
And the lights in the house are dim 
His voice still echoes through the hall 
She can't get away from him 

I clear the couch off and I sit 
She hangs up the phone and then 
She says she can't believe he quit 
But I know he'll be back again 

Every hour on the hour 

He will reappear and make it clear that he's around 
It's not your average social call 
He does it all without a sound 

Her ghost is propped up in the hall 
He speaks no evil there 
He doesn't notice me at all 
I find it a bit unfair 

I'm bathed in shadow from that wall 
I know he'll be in the air 
Every hour on the hour 

She'll watch her apparition stare her down, but pass 
her by 
And I've no ammunition 
I'm the one who's being exorcised 

Every hour on the hour 
Every moment all my power 
And every where I turn 
I tend to learn that she's got 
Memories that never burn 

And this is of concern and I prepare to go 
'Cause this I know that 
Though he's out of sight 
He's in her mind and in my hair 
I'm tiring of this fight 
Besides it's getting me nowhere 

Her ghost makes all of this occur 
He does it breathlessly 
So long as he's the life in her 
He'll be the death of me


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