Your Ghost - Greg Laswell

If I walk down this hallway

Tonight, it’s too quiet

So I pad through the dark

And call you on the phone

Push your old numbers

And let your house ring

Till I wake your ghost

Let him walk down your hallway

It’s not this quiet

Slide down your receiver

Sprint across the wire

Follow my number

Slide into my hand

It’s the blaze across my nightgown

It’s the phone’s ring

I think last night

You were driving circles around me

I can’t drink this coffee

Till I put you in my closet

Let him shoot me down

Let him call me off

I take it from his whisper

You’re not that tough

It’s the blaze across my night gown

It’s the phone’s ring

I think last night (you were in my dreams)

You were driving circles around me