Ghost Writer
Ghost writer
Secretly the author
Looking like an easy rider
Righteously relaxed
Take a look at my face in the mirror
Symmetry's starting to fade
Feels like the truth is coming out now
And there's nothing left to hide
But if the child in me
Has been hidden away
Under complicated layers of blasé youth
It's out in the world now out of you
Almost feels like I'm the one who's been born
Hold my thought there's
Something I need to check
She's so still, so serene
But I can feel her breath
When she looks at you like that
It's a message from the future
But who will we be when that image develops
Where does it all end?
But it's all too much
The beginning's connection to the end
At least I feel in touch
As I'm getting older I'm behaving younger
I cry more often and my feelings are stronger
I'm a ghost writer
Just like my folks before me
Secretly in the sidecar
Of my motorcycle life
Wrinkling up now as I will too
But truth is hard to find
Some of it old
Some ofit new
Most of it borrowed
Some of it blue
Autor(es): OLA INNSET