your ghost

if i walk down this hallway, tonight, it's too quiet, so i pat through the dark, and call you on the phone, push your old nummers, and let your house ring, till i wake your ghost, let him walk down your hallway, it's not this quiet, slide down your receiver, sprint across the wire, follow my number, slide into my hand, it's the blaze across your nightgown, it's the phone's ring, i think last night, you were driving circles around me, i think last night, you were driving circles around me, i think last night, you were driving circles around me, i think last night, you were driving circles around me, i can't drink this coffee, till i put you in my closet, let him shoot me down, and let him call me off, take it from his whisper, you're not that tough, it's the blaze across your nightgown, it's the phone's ring, i think last night, you were driving circles around me,