Along streets and roads that I once knew
I'm haunted by the feeling of you.
A shadow of yore that lingers
It reaches; grabs at my fingers.
You're not there of course, you're long gone
Makes me wonder why I hold on
Not to the feeling, not to "us", no
But to your ghost, why don't I let go?
So reluctantly, I leave, wandering away
But yours isn't the only shade I'll see today.
With hands in my pockets, and head down
I don't submit to the ghosts in town.