Great Ghosts

I have my hopes of how I would be after living in exile

After closing your eyes to me

I even wrote scenes where I're emerged boldly

Bearded Alive with eskimo eyes

New baby on my back but from where

But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind

Stored away great ghosts of my life

Great ghosts of old wives

And their howling

So I spend my wilderness time rolling on the ground

Pulling my hair and wrestling them of

Yelling at none punching snow

I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture bid them away

I pleaded and cried

There's no room in my life for you or your howling

Let my undo these ropes and go on living without you

Not just change where I live

Go on get I said

I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them of

After getting set free

But there's no such thing as living without their prowling

As you can see having descended the hill

I still look like me I still wallow as Phil

And forever will

I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives

Unkniting my brow

But now I've surrendered

In fact I've joined in

You can hear us howling