Ghost

By Elva Jones-Hahn

V1
I buy you clothes and wallets and paper to write on
But the ghost in your closet is already gone
She's the truest of colors, you'd love to love on
Sweet as honey for your tea in the wake of the dawn

Chorus

She's like Santa Claus when you see her
She's like candy for your mouth
She's got a hard line opinion
She's cool; she's from the South
But you wake up in the morning' and she's slipped away from your dreams
And the ghost in your closet is already gone

V2
You read your paper with your coffee or some kind of cool refreshing drink
And gaze upon the glass top slow moving lake
It's a pleasure; you're habit and some kind of cool loving break
But the ghost in your closet is already gone

Chorus

She's like Santa Claus when you see her
She's like candy for your mouth
She's got a hard line opinion
She's cool; she's from the South
But you wake up in the morning' and she's slipped away from your dreams
And the ghost in your closet is already gone

V3
You want to win but you're losing, wasting time on a mistake
Love is throwing out her love, like some kind of love bait
She's the truest of colors, you'd love to love on
Sweet as honey for your tea in the wake of the dawn

Chorus (x2)