Interpret:

Don Henley

Album:

Inside Job

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
Ohh,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,ºand 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
Ohh, Miss Ghost."