Ghost in the Summer Clothes
Fred Nicolaus, Daniel Rossen
Heading for the sun
In your quiet way
Like a ghost
Dressed in summer clothes
Take your time
Down that tender road
When you go
Across the lake
You'll still
Be out of place
Like a boat
Left out in the sand
Won't you be
On your own?
On your own?
Without a name
All alone
Won't you be
On your own?
On your own?
Without a name
All alone
