Leaving in the dead of night
With the motor running and bright headlights
The exhaust fumes pouring into the moon so white
Until I turn the corner and fade from sight
To become a ghost in London
To haunt the roads of town
To live alone in silence and not know anyone around
To become a ghost in New York and take the subway down to the shores of Coney Island and ride the rollercoaster round
Thinking of my family happy and alive
Not followed by my exit but struck by it sometimes
And Calvin and Ayesha in our house I left behind
I'm sorry I'm so selfish, I hope you're doing fine
To become a ghost in Europe
To climb the Ural peaks
My astral form traversing lands I've never seen
To become a ghost in earnest at the bottom of the sea
To walk out from the beaches and feel the water taking me