Fickle Ghost

I have got to go

Let me ride upon your handlebars

Did you ever know

I'd been waiting in a black sidecar?

I'm a fickle ghost

Every hour I've changed my mind

But, whatever else

To the present I have never lied

You never went away

You've been sitting in the wet back yard

You didn't even hide

You were waiting with a question mark

Though it's what you want

We will never put away the past

There's a quiet witch hunt

And the color's never going to hold fast

There is a languid man

He is looking through his sleepy eyes

Turn around again

Never knew he could be this wise

I have got to go

Let me ride upon your handlebars

Did you ever know

I'd be waiting to see who you are?