Holiday to Your Ghost

Your empty coat still hangs behind the door

Leaving coffee rings across the floor

Winter settled early on the glass

Watching every silent second pass

I dial the digits halfway in the dark

Waiting for a flicker or a spark (ohhh)

So what if I call will you pick up

the phone

So I use this holiday to make your way to your ghost

So what if you're lonely and you know

I am too

And I get the chance to say I wish I didn't

but I miss you

(yeah I miss you)

The snow is drifting heavy down our street

Chasing footprints melting at my feet

I keep your sweater on the reading chair

Pretending that you're sitting right back there

So what if I call will you pick up

the phone

So I use this holiday to make your way to your ghost

So what if you're lonely and you know I am too

And I get the chance to say I wish I didn't

but I miss you (I miss you)

Dial tones humming like a lullaby

Asking questions that don't get replies (hummmm)

I wish I didn't

(I wish I didn't) But I miss you