Ghosts

<br>Running along the rocks of the river<br>And the water`s as cold as the snow<br>The man is chasing behind me<br>And I can`t afford to falter or slow<br>I find solace in what we believe<br>Or the hush of a cool gentle rain<br>But there`s something we love in the mystery<br>Of a man in the midst of a change<br><br>She laughed and said I was going nowhere<br>`Cause it`s nowhere that she`s ever been<br>When I get to that place she`ll remember my face<br>And say &quot;Hey man, I knew him when he was younger&quot;<br>But she never loved me at al<br><br>She laughed when I was in pain<br>`Cause there`s something that we are all frightened of<br>In the man in the midst of a change<br><br>Out on the roof to inquire of the sky<br>The existence of ghosts in my life<br>Who`s to blame you or I?<br>No one would answer me<br>They just stared with the weight of the world I pretend not to feel<br><br>The windmill is poised for the battle<br>But the fool understands not the game<br>He believes in his mission, predestined position<br>Amazing the grace of her name<br>Oh he loves her now as he loved her then<br>Rocinante rememebers the days<br>When I whistled and sat waiting patiently<br>With the man in the midst of a change<br><br>Running along the rocks of the river<br>With the freedom to step where I choose<br>Though I can`t stop to rest I like traveling best<br>And besides, I`ve got nothing to lose from it<br>I find solace in all the extremes<br>In pleasure as well as in pain<br>I just wish he would let me explain to you<br>The man in the midst of a change