Yes, I Have Ghosts

The heat of the sun stayed on through the night
 Made spectres of strangers playing games with my sight
 I passed through the station, a face in the crowd
 The whistle was blowing, the barrier came down
 There was my baby, in another's embrace
 I called out her name in shame and disgrace
 Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them dead
 Making dust of my dreams, spinning round and around
 Around in my head
 Train on the tracks, teeth of the zip
 The slider moves down, we were joined at the hip
 Stealing the groove, the widening gap
 Unfastening rails from a past with no map
 Yes, I have ghosts, a fleeting sight
 It's always the living that are haunting my nights
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 Where is the sweet soul that you used to be?
 Gone like a thistle that's blown on the breeze
 I guess when it's over, this haunting will end
 The waiting, the baiting, my killer, my friend
 Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them dead
 And they dance by the moon, millstones white as the sheet
 On my bed