Ghost of the Past

There's this ghost who is always untying my shoes
Every time I get to walkin', it gets to stalkin'
Fumbles and stumbles me up from my toes to the top of my stockin'
So I'll lay down on the dirty green grass and sleep it off till the day goes by
If you knew my nights you might know why
Night knows why and night goes by
My fright catches a rocket and it shoots sky high
I get up to walk again, but why try?

The sun's up to mock again
The ghost's back to stalk again
I take a step, stop to talk to a friend, but wait! Great!
I'm bound and gagged and it's not even 8 (in the mornin')
The sun draws out its shades and says, "Fair warnin'!"
My day takes a dose of global warmin'
Stormin' might've saved me but it was a clear day
I heard it's not my fault, but that's just hearsay

Day in and day out and so goes my tiny life
I apologize if I caused you any cryptic strife
But life is rife with the cryptic, just ask the wife
We're loved by the husband, though ugly we be
See me? Now see the Word-God that's nailed to the tree
That's the real mystery, now I'll walk to the church
And I'll crawl there if I have to if it gets any worse
'Cause I've broken much larger than this ghost's little curse