Ghost of a Chance

with the graceful and grotesque the morning rings
 hear the garbage truck roll by hear the birds begin to sing
 their song of love and praise and may their happy sound
 be strong enough to raise our spirits off the ground
 or love don't stand a ghost of a chance
 i'm on the trail of a storm and everywhere i look
 appear the ones that life has torn like pages from a book
 left to soldier on no shoulder for to lean
 i'd be lost without a song but if your love wasn't there for me
 i just wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance
 from where i sit there's too many eyes crying tears
 too many lives living in fear wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone
 too many hands stirring the pot in a land
 of haves and have nots all wondering why it's all gone wrong
 now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play
 give to me the strength to act and not look the other way
 for there's a war outside can't take it lying down
 got to look it in the eye we've got to stand our ground
 or love don't stand a ghost of a chance