Ghost

10 minutes to midnight
and damn I feel at home here
It's been a while since I've left the house
But it's only been two hours I've stayed

It's been a while since I've had
a good family dinner
with a mother serving
and a dad at the head

This isn't my family though
And I am a transient ghost
I am a hired hand,

and I will move on
I will till their fields and teach their daughter
And they pay me cheaply in good conversation
In good food and good art

I could learn to love this life
But it is 10 minutes ot midnight
and my house is across the wastelands
across the black fabric sprinkled with flicking lights

So I drive away from a family and a house
away from a girl I loved once
It's been a while since I've sat
behind the wheel of this car

But I am a transient ghost,
and I climb out of her,
2 minutes to midnight.

Even she cannot hold me
though I ask them all to caress me.