The ghost has no home

The ghost has no home.

They're staying at yours

for a night or two.

They sit at your table, they close 

the forgotten doors.

They're waving goodbye

from the front gate,

they're hopping a car

or a plane.

They're going to the pit

of the ocean. They're going to space.

They have no ground

to be bound to, they have no grave.

The ghost has no home

to return to.

They're staying at yours

for today.

They're taking a peek

in your drawers, they're

turning the radios awake.

They're saying goodnight

from the cupboard, they shrink

to the size of a fly.

They're going to Mars

and the dog stars.

They lay at the floor

of the lake.

The ghost has no home

to return to.

The ghost has no grave.