On a misbegotten, moonless night
  I stumbled in my door
  Disgusted with my circumstance
  Soaked to every pore
  When floating from my bedroom
  Came a moaning and a sigh
  “Oh, I've had one too many
  It's just the wind,” says I
  
  I lit up a cigarette
  And I poured a good, stiff drink
  You see, I needed to compose myself
  I needed time to think
  No sooner had I settled down
  The moaning came again
  Drifting through the silence
  Like some otherworldly violin
  
  I bounded up the staircase
  I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall
  You know, I've been around the whole, wide world
  But I was not prepared at all
  Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host
  “Well, I see you've made yourself at home.
  Good evening, Miss Ghost.”
  
  You're more beautiful than ever
  I feel just like a kid
  And I commence to trembling
  When I think of all the things we did
  Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood
  Imagine my surprise, my dear
  I thought that you were gone for good
  
  You look so lovely lying there
  All stretched out on your back
  But I'm the one who's strung up here
  On old temptation's rusty rack
  And in the wee small hours
  Is when I miss you the most
  And I confess it, I have missed you
  Miss Ghost
  
  I threw open the window
  And I howled at the rain
  And I cursed the weakness of the flesh
  This breath and bone—and this brute, reptilian brain
  
  What dirty tricks the mind can play
  In the lonely dead of night
  When you bump into the shadow
  Of a faded love that wasn't right
  
  Way down beneath the surface
  Far beyond the light of day
  So many things lie buried deep
  And baby, they should stay that way
  
  Oh, my wicked, little habit
  We've really made a mess
  Everything's been trivialized
  In our vain pursuit of happiness
  
  And even though you've come for me
  I won't go back with you
  To some temporary heaven
  Down some empty, dead-end avenue
  But it's been so good to have you here
  And I propose a toast
  “Here's to seeing through you—
  Miss Ghost.”