Benefit Of The Doubt

on your final day
 did you think of me?
 and did I get the benefit,
 the benefit of the doubt?
 on my dying day, I will change my ways
 yeah, I'll stop all this wandering around, dear
 I will stop all this wandering around
 I heard you were gone, heard that you'd left
 heard that getting some sleep would suit me
 that I'm no more to grieve for you
 but it's easier said than done, I say
 'cause your god damn ghost 'll make me run all day
 and I can't keep away from you
 and there's no more, more than calling on you
 'cause those old numbers, they don't reach that place that you were going
 and you never left no new ones
 and there's no more, more than asking about you
 'cause the new key don't travel that same old way
 since you have moved along
 when the hair stands up on the back of my neck
 it's your god damn ghost and that's what I suspect
 and I can't keep away from you
 I've known your phantom ways, you can walk through walls
 and see all the little things that I do wrong
 no, I can't keep away from you
 did I get the benefit,
 the benefit of the doubt?
 I'm more to grieve for you
 I can't keep away from you
 No, I'm no more to grieve for you