Ghostwriter

Here comes that old wall
 Like a smack in the back of a Cadillac
 Only empty tales
 Of material worlds from this underwood
 Understand that I don't have a choice, choice
 I can only call upon that voice, voice
 Of my dearest friend from way back when
 That spirit who can lend a hand
 from all the way across the great divide
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you dear
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you here
 Out blow the candles and lights
 I roll back my eyes its dead silent
 Whispers softly come
 At first just a few, then ten tons
 Stories of dimensions near and far, so far
 Bugs with names, three legs and flying cars, yes cars
 Catapulting through the universe
 That spirit who can lend a verse
 from all the way across the great divide
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you dear
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you here
 Pillars of poems piled
 Miles to the ceiling
 Scratches, scribbles, coffee stains
 Understand that I don't have a choice, choice
 I can only call upon that voice, voice
 Of my dearest friend from way back when
 That spirit who can lend a hand
 from all the way across the great divide
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you dear
 Oh – ghost writer
 I'm nothing without you here