. Here's the thing, I'm not a ghost
. I leave imprints on the floor
. If you don't believe, look by the lamppost
. I know you've seen me there before

. I walk the sidewalk every Sunday
. And watch the dying light
. I return again on Monday
. And next on Tuesday night

. I come only before the last wind blows
. And after the light has gone
. I come only when, the moon has rose
. And shadows there are long

. And if you think I'm haunting you
. You're wildly mistaken
. Tonight I've come, to bid you adieu
. For I know I am forsaken

. You have won our endless war
. Tonight I say goodbye
. We were strangers once before
. And now I must leave thy

. So here I go
. Goodbye, my victim
. Don't sweat another day
. I am gone, and left, and lonesome
. And you are on your way