Written by Mark Linkous

Produced by Matt Wallace

Previously unreleased (1994)



He don't get out much these days

But I wouldn't call him lazy

He sees the dogs lurk into the room

And he knows the walls will be up soon.



And he felt like he was doin' all right

And the sun sets down another night.



And days could read like the wild

Of a river rushin' to the sea

Here he comes again down the stairs

Another passes without saying "hello".



And he thought that he was doin' all right

And he says "hello".



(can't) Can't forget the ghost

Oh, Can't no

No I can't (no I can't) forget the ghost

Of this night.



Dogs who wag their tales

And birds who sing

The words are hardly

Little things.



And he thought that he was doin' all right

And so he wipes a tear.



(can't) Can't forget the ghost

No I can't, can't forget the ghost

No I can't (no I can't) forget the ghost

Of this night.