The Ghost Inside Of Me: Nanci Griffith.

Written by John Stewart.
(©Bug Music/Bugle Publishing.)
From "Clock Without Hands", © 2001, Elektra.

Every prayer that I'm not praying,
And every promise I'm betraying;
Every price that I am paying,
Is like a ghost inside of me.
But every road I could be taking,
Every dream I am forsaking;
And every heart that's out there breaking,
Is like a ghost inside of me.

      Look around, around, look around,
      Every time I turn around.
      I'm not who I ought to be.
      An' down, down, it gets me down,
      Every time I look around,
There is something haunting me.

Every friend I am deserting,
And every danger I am flirting;
Every word that ends up hurting,
Is like a ghost inside of me
Every heart I could be cheering,
And every love that I am fearing;
Every cry I am not hearing,
Is like a ghost inside of me

      Oh, look around, around, look around,
      Every time I turn around,
      I'm not who I ought to be.
      And down, down, it gets me down,
      Every time I look around,
There is something haunting me.

Every tear that I'm not crying,
And every pain I am denying;
And every lie I'm justifying,
Is like a ghost inside of me.
Like a ghost inside of me.
                        (Look around, around, now look around.)
Like a ghost inside of me.
                        (Look around, around, now look around.)
Like a ghost inside of me.
                        (Look around, around, now look around.)
Like a ghost inside of me.