there’s dust upon the lens
there’s spots upon the mirror
there’s a hole in the bucket
and cracks in the veneer
I said that I was leaving
and that i needed change
but i've stayed right here
And here everything's turned strange
And I never see you anywhere,
and i've searched all over town
I never see you anywhere
But can you tell that I’m around?
i'm on the swing-set waiting
rocking back and forth
there is a cold wind blowing
coming from the north
I know that i'm not alone
And that a ghost is lurking near
i've seen pictures in the paper
And heard stories that you’re here
the streets outside are empty
a storm is moving slow
there's a black cloud in the distance
that threatens all below
there's a setting at the table
a plate and fork right here
and i fill your cup each night
in case you might appear
