Written by mark linkous
Produced by matt wallace
Previously unreleased (1994)

He don’t get out much these days
But I wouldn’t call him lazy
He sees the dogs lurk into the room
And he knows the walls will be up soon

And he felt like he was doin’ all right
And the sun sets down another night

And days could read like the wild
Of a river rushin’ to the sea
Here he comes again down the stairs
Another passes without saying "hello"

And he thought that he was doin’ all right
And he says "hello"

(can’t) can’t forget the ghost

Oh, can’t no
No I can’t (no I can’t) forget the ghost
Of this night

Dogs who wag their tales
And birds who sing
The words are hardly
Little things

And he thought that he was doin’ all right
And so he wipes a tear

(can’t) can’t forget the ghost
No I can’t, can’t forget the ghost
No I can’t (no I can’t) forget the ghost
Of this night