Something hiding behind me Something hiding behind me I know what do you think of me Tripping the line stuck in the mud Somebody in my lane Who who who I said freak Somebody in this place Has been put out to grass I said it could be you The ghost in my life I WONT LIE I WONT HATE I WONT CRY I WONT SHAKE I'M THE GHOST IN THE WAY You sold me down the river, my friend You said you were my best friend, never again Where is England now? Is it America? Where is my home? It's not where it was Is that a stupid word I found another day? I WONT SHY I WONT SAY I WILL FALL IN THE WAY SO SAY WHY I'M THE GHOST IN THE WAY? What do I do and what do I say? What do I know and what should I save? I'm still playing at being a prayer What do I know and what should I say? Give me your smile to show me your faith Prose in my head, I am the bird And this obsession is turning back, turning back Take me to the ladder and force me into place Take me to the ladder and put me in my place What do I do and what do I say? What do I know and what should I save? I am still playing at being a prayer What do I know and what do I care? What do I know and why should I share? I'm still playing at being a prayer At this unholy hour At this unholy place At this unholy hour I AM THE GHOST IN THE WAY I AM THE GHOST IN THE WAY