After you disappeared like a stray
I missed what we never had the most
It's not that you really went away
You just ceased to exist - like a ghost
Ghost writer of my dreams
You came and you moved as you lived
And our flesh nearly melted in waves
Our minds hummed in tune to an octave above
And our bridges and valleys held sway
Ghost writer of my dreams
Ghost rider of my jeans
It was just a few hours in the rain
That seemed like they'd stretch out for years
But after you took my memories away
Only echoes of imagination rang in my ears
Ghost writer of my dreams
Ghost writer so obscene
Ghost rider of my genes
Ghost writer of our scenes
After you went in and out again
My mind had a wound dripping and wet
Ah, but I'm sure you were never really in
And maybe you weren't ready for it yet
Ghost writer of my dreams
Ghost writer of our scenes
Ghost rider of my jeans
Ghost writer of my dreams
Ghost writer of my dreams
Ghost rider in my scenes
After you ceased to exist like a ghost
I missed what we never had the most
