Just like an old-time movie, ´bout a ghost
from a wishin´-well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong with
chains upon my feet
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see.
If you could read my mind, love
what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paper-back novel the
kind the drugstores sell.
When you reach the part where the
heartaches come
And you won’t read that book again
because the ending’s just too hard to take.
I´d walk away like a movie star
who gets burned in a three-way script, enter number two.
A movie queen to play the scene of
bringing all the good things out in me.
But now, love, let’s be real, I
never thought I could act this way
And I´ve got to say that I just
don’t get it, I don’t know where we went wrong,
But the feeling´s gone and I just
can’t get it back
If
you could read my mind, love what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old-time movie got a ghost from
a wishing-well.