Giving up the Ghost - Marc Cohn

Deep in the night she quietly creep

Sometime she moan, sometime she weep

When the wind starts a howling out of control

She’s trouble in mind, she’s nothing but soul

Now don’t feel afraid there’s nothing to fear

It’s just strange visitation year after year

She gave me something I needed but now the feeling is gone

And it’s high time I told her she’s gonna have to move on

From the eerie lake to the hills that shake

I’ve been haunted on every coast

I might miss her I know

But I’m letting it go

I’m giving up the ghost

Giving up the ghost

Last night she came in at the usual time

Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime

But the wind didn’t blow, there was barely a breeze

Just a light shining over the sycamore trees

From the eerie lake to the hills that shake

I’ve been haunted on every coast

I might miss her in know

But I’m letting it go

I’m giving up the ghost

Giving up the ghost

Now feeling much better

But I’m still on the brink

I just got a letter in vanishing ink