Ghostwriter

Caravan of Thieves

Compositor: Não Disponível

Here comes that old wall
Like a smack in the back of a Cadillac
Only empty tales
Of material worlds from this underwood

Understand that I don't have a choice, choice
I can only call upon that voice, voice
Of my dearest friend from way back when
That spirit who can lend a hand
From all the way across the great divide

Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you dear
Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you here

Out blow the candles and lights
I roll back my eyes its dead silent
Whispers softly come
At first just a few, then ten tons

Stories of dimensions near and far, so far
Bugs with names, three legs and flying cars, yes cars
Catapulting through the universe
That spirit who can lend a verse
From all the way across the great divide

Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you dear
Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you here

Pillars of poems piled
Miles to the ceiling
Scratches, scribbles, coffee stains

Understand that I don't have a choice, choice
I can only call upon that voice, voice
Of my dearest friend from way back when
That spirit who can lend a hand
From all the way across the great divide

Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you dear
Oh ghostwriter
I'm nothing without you here