Ghost Paper

i got another chance, another mess of a job
ghost paper in a tray, girl traces all over the place
and false alarms
a planet of amateur actors with nothing to gain
by hamming it up
a candle, a whistle, but nothing there
the gaze of a hundred men falling on your face
gates bend from the wieght, metal groaning
ready to give way when the buckles break
i know you i know you will live to run another day
whistles in your wake
the candle is trampled on the waxy stairs
and i knew by the hand
the paper was crying,
don’t leave me here to be read
and i knew by the end
the paper was saying,
i’m folding now,
and i called it dead, i called it dead.
some days are a lark they tell me
some days are a pain
good things come two at a time
bad things, bad things came today
i sat and watched the way
the handle shook after the bang
the front door made
i guess i was right when i said
it was all about to change
and i knew by the hand
the paper was crying,
don’t leave me here to be read
and i knew by the end
the paper was saying,
i’m folding now,
and i called it dead, i called it dead.