I'm retracing our map
It feels like chasing a ghost
In the fog; I lost your words...
I saw it surround me
But when I needed it most (Like a ghost...)
It faded faster than I could reach...

I thought I'd been blessed by my own ghost
I guess I confess that my impulse
At best, was possessed, and at the most
I left a piece of it behind...
Inside a cloud of white lies...

I'm chasing that cloud
It's just like hunting a ghost down
Even if it's yours, I'm way of course, and at a loss for words...
I feel you around me
Though you’re not even close (Maybe never were...)
You faded faster than I could say: "I'm real..."

(There was a lesson here, somewhere...
But I lost it in the fog...)
I thought I'd been blessed by my own ghost
I guess I confess that my impulse
At best, was possessed, and at the most
I left a piece of it behind...
Inside the chest of someone else's ghost...

I begin again with each new birth
End up in my head, gestating words
I give you my best and brace for the worst
As bad as the rest and as good as the first
You said that my language could quench your thirst
I could pour you and ocean, but what's it worth?
Your replies are haunted and rehearsed
With these white lies!

(Your voice echoes in my ear
Smiles traced within the sound...)
I thought I'd been blessed by my own ghost
I guess I confess that my impulse
At best, was possessed, and at the most
I left a piece of it behind...
(So excuse me, my dear
While I chase another cloud...)
I'm facing the facts; I came so close
To taking it back, though I suppose
Retracing my tracks is otiose
I know exactly what I'll find...
The will-o'-the-wisp in your green eyes...
(They're white lies...)