Ghosts

Sometimes, in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath
and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes
stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden
sweet

Along the walls; in shadowed
rafters
Moving like a thought through
haunted atmospheres
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never
sank in sleep

Lost in love and
Found in reason
Questions that the mind can find
no answers for
Ghostly eyes
Conspire treason
As they gather just outside the door. . .

Every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure
in the mystery
Death is there
To keep us honest
And constantly remind us
we are free

Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days
That we left behind

Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams
That we left behind

(Repeat Vs. 1 and 4 and Pt. 1 of Chorus)

"Ghosts" From the double-platinum album,
The Innocent Age
Words and music by Daniel Fogelberg
© 1981 Hickory Grove Music (ASCAP)
Reproduced in the style
of the original LP lyrics booklet

DAN FOGELBERG: Piano, electric piano,
hammer dulcimer, electric lead
& rhythm guitars, lead vocal
RUSS KUNKEL: Drums, backwards traps
KENNY PASSARELLI: Bass
Featuring 'Sid's Raiders'
with members of the UCLA Choir
directed by Marc Gottesman