I saw your ghost on the horizon like a distant memory Did you draw the blinds and turn off the lights To keep me away for good? Oh, it wasn't fair to expect so much But from where I stand I can see That none of the things I could've done Could save us from what we've become And the more I look the less I can make out the sky from the leaves... Or see the forest from the trees... I wrote you a love song but now the words sound wrong