Ghostly Girl

Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground Nothing you do is done And I can tell, you are not real Girl, what are you doing here I don't know why, I am here myself No one else seems to know Nobody likes a spook or so I've deduced But I have loved some ghosts in my time But that doesn't mean I want them around I'd rather be lost than found, I thought I would loose my mind But through your eyes I see Past the billboards to the trees And the flowering weeds Grow through the cracks of the city And all these things will go And all these seeds will grow And you'll be home in the sky