Gregory Page The Ghost With Sad Eyes
Sunday morning on my feet
Take a walk out Chapel Street
Watching old green trolley cars roll by
I shake hands with a ghost that has sad eyes
The wind blows through the trees
It sounds so good to me
The end of summer's here
And I'm so glad, it's over
Like the sky my heart's blue
Half a world away
I miss you
Sitting in a motor car
Driving under the stars
Miles from a where's I want to be
And in my rearview mirror
The ghost I see
Bullfrogs sing their song
Crickets hum along
The end of summer's here
And I'm so glad, it's over
Like the sky my heart's blue
Half a world away
I miss you
How I love to fly a kite
In the middle of the night
Dear god, make me a bird
So I can fly away,
And finally the ghost
Sleeps in it's grave
Rest in peace tonight
Under the pale moonlight
The end of summer's here
And I'm so glad, it's over
Like the sky my heart's blue
Half a world away
