Don Henley Miss Ghost
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding) On a misbegotten, moonless night I stumbled in my door Disgusted with my circumstance Soaked to every pore When floating from my bedroom Came a moaning and a sigh “Oh, I've had one too many It's just the wind,” says I I lit up a cigarette And I poured a good, stiff drink You see, I needed to compose myself I needed time to think No sooner had I settled down The moaning came again Drifting through the silence Like some otherworldly violin I bounded up the staircase I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall You know, I've been around the whole, wide world But I was not prepared at all Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host “Well, I see you've made yourself at home. Good evening, Miss Ghost.” You're more beautiful than ever I feel just like a kid And I commence to trembling When I think of all the things we did Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood Imagine my surprise, my dear I thought that you were gone for good You look so lovely lying there All stretched out on your back But I'm the one who's strung up here On old temptation's rusty rack And in the wee small hours Is when I miss you the most And I confess it, I have missed you Miss Ghost I threw open the window And I howled at the rain And I cursed the weakness of the flesh This breath and bone—and this brute, reptilian brain What dirty tricks the mind can play In the lonely dead of night When you bump into the shadow Of a faded love that wasn't right Way down beneath the surface Far beyond the light of day So many things lie buried deep And baby, they should stay that way Oh, my wicked, little habit We've really made a mess Everything's been trivialized In our vain pursuit of happiness And even though you've come for me I won't go back with you To some temporary heaven Down some empty, dead-end avenue But it's been so good to have you here And I propose a toast “Here's to seeing through you— Miss Ghost.”