Same ghost

On certain nights the ringing in my ears
Is louder than the rustle of leaves
Along the path, but who am I to stare?
And who are you to follow out here?

Deep in the mile, I will walk for you
Deep in the lines of your summer
I see the clouds and they seem so young
What wicked mind had set their trails
Were they the ones who got away?

The longest train that I ever saw
The waters and the tickets so whole
Could beauty lie in my place of fear?
Running the horizon
Deep in the mile, I will walk for you
Deep in the lines of your summer
I see the clouds and they seem so young
What wicked mind had set their trails
Were they the ones who got away?

You might as well be on my shoulders, I suppose
I can pretend I do not see you, so it goes
We can talk about just where the clouds are from

[Instrumental/Ending]