Dan Fogelberg Ghosts
Sometimes in the night I feel it Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable Silently the past comes stealing Like the taste of some forbidden sweet. Along the walls; in shadowed rafters Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres Muted cries and echoed laughter Banished dreams that never sank in sleep. Lost in love and Found in reason Questions that the mind can find no answers for Ghostly eyes Conspire treason As they gather just outside the door.... Every ghost that calls upon us Brings another measure in the mystery Death is there To keep us honest And constantly remind us we are free. Down the ancient corridors And through the gates of time Run the ghosts of days That we left behind. Down the ancient corridors And through the gates of time Run the ghosts of dreams That we left behind. Sometimes in the night I feel it Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable Silently the past comes stealing Like the taste of some forbidden sweet. Every ghost that calls upon us Brings another measure in the mystery Death is there To keep us honest And constantly remind us we are free. Down the ancient corridors And through the gates of time Run the ghosts of days That we left behind.
