A G# F#m E I had my hopes of how I would be Dmaj7 After living in exile, E D After closing your eyes to me. A G# F#m E I even wrote scenes where I re emerged boldly, Dmaj7 Bearded, alive and Eskimo eyed, E D New baby on my back. A G# F#m E But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, E Stowaways, Dmaj7 E Great ghosts of my life, great ghosts of old wives. D And they're howling! A G# F#m E So I spent my wilderness time rolling on the ground Dmaj7 Pulling my hair and wrestling them off, E Yelling at no one, D Punching snow. A G# F#m E I gathered ghosts and gave them a lecture, E I bid them away, Dmaj7 I pleaded and cried: E D "There's no room in my life for you, or you or your howling! A G# F#m E Let me undo these ropes and go on living without you, Dmaj7 not just change where I live. E Oh go on, get!" I said. A G# F#m E I had my hopes, of how I would be after sending them off, Dmaj7 After getting set free. E D But there's no such thing as living without their prowling. A G# F#m E As you can see, having descended the hill, E I still look like me, Dmaj7 I still wallow like Phil, E D And forever will. A G# F#m E I'm teaming with ghosts and I'm still whining for wives, Dmaj7 Bidding my brow, but now I've surrendered. E In fact I've joined in. E Listen close... D You can hear us howling!