Medicine For a Ghost

There’s a shadow that comes to kill me.
In my dreams, he’s dressed in a coat.
And I grab him by the throat till he stops moving.
But then I always want to help him
to bring the light back to his eyes,
to tell him I didn’t realize what I was doing.

People say, You deserve to be well.
They say, Paul, you deserve that most,
but you give all your medicine to a ghost
so who can help you?
Who can help you?

And when I wake up, the women are crying,
as they were when I was young.
I kiss them one by one and say, Good morning.
I wish I could make them better.
Maybe this time they wouldn’t go.
That’s a sad thought, I know, but it’s the one that keeps returning.

People say, You deserve to be well.
They say, Paul, you deserve that most
but you give all your medicine to a ghost.
You give all your medicine to a ghost,
so who can help you?
Who can help you?

And I can’t tell what I feel sometimes.
I can’t tell kindness from disease
or my love from wanting to please.
I can’t tell myself a single honest word.

Well I know I deserve to be well.
Well I know I deserve that most,
but I give all my medicine to a ghost.
I give all my medicine to a ghost.
All my medicine to a ghost
so who can help me?
All my medicine for a ghost.
All my medicine for a ghost
so who can help me?
Who can help me?

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2013)

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