Hotel rooms have their share of ghosts One just flew out from the mini bar Gypsies take their bodies And they leave their bags behind Of karma and vibe and suicide I'm looking out over foreign fields A steeple watches guard over wounds that have yet to heal And I really wish you were here Yeah I really wish you were here CHORUS: Did you think I would run away Did you believe I could fly Did you know I'd take you with me In my heart In my dreams You're right here next to me Molly Malone's has her share of ghosts I've seen 'em fly out from the microphone They sing through my body and they leave their songs behind Of lovers and losers and passerby's I'm counting the hours that I've lived without sun A stranger takes me home and speaks to me in tongue And I really wish you were here I really wish you were here CHORUS I'm catching sleep in the back of a car Wrapped up in a blanket with my Taylor guitar I really wish you were here I really wish you were here CHORUS I really wish you were here I really wish you were here