Ghost Story

I watch the Western sky The sun is sinking The geese are flying South It sets me thinking I did not miss you much I did not suffer What did not kill me Just made me tougher I feel the winter come His icy sinews Now in the fire light The case continues Another night in court The same old trial The same old questions asked The same denial The shadows close me round Like jury members I look for answers in The fire's embers Why was I missing then That whole December I give my usual line: I don't remember Another winter comes His icy fingers creep Into these bones of mine These memories never sleep And all these differences A cloak I borrow We kept our distances Why should it follow I must have loved you What is the force that binds the stars I wore this mask to hide my scars What is the power that pulls the tide I never could find a place to hide What moves the Earth around the sun What could I do but run and run and run Afraid to love, afraid to fail A mast without a sail The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking Another day begins and now I'm thinking That this indifference was my invention When everything I did sought your attention You were my compass star You were my measure You were a pirate's map A buried treasure If this was all correct The last thing I'd expect The prosecution rests It's time that I confess: I must have loved you