Must Be Ghosts

© 2016 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.

Well, I’m not superstitious, but I’ve got room for doubt
There’ve been some things lately that’ve been freaking me out
And I don’t know just what I’m gonna do
There are things disappearing, flying off of the shelf
I can’t even find things that I’ve hidden myself
These strange events need some looking into
I got a saucer full of coffee, but I can’t find the cup
I think there’s something out there trying to wind me up
Some days it’s like a nightmare come true
Must Be Ghosts

Sometimes I think that I am losing my mind
When there are commonplace things that I just can’t find
But I don’t want to worry or complain
I don’t want to talk about things that aren’t really there
But there used to be a table here and now there’s a chair
These things are doing strange things to my brain
I got a strong chill biting down to the bone
I got a real strange feeling that I’m not here alone
I don’t know how else I can explain
Must Be Ghosts

What was a simple act is now a bizarre endeavor
My imagination must be getting excessively clever
Or else my reason is getting erratic
This curious phenomena is giving me grief
It’s getting harder and harder to suspend disbelief
I think there’s something rattling in my attic
Must Be Ghosts

There are mental conditions that I’d like to avoid
One of them is crazy, the other paranoid
I don’t like my life so uncontrolled
But I think that there’s an explanation getting nearer
Because I swear I saw a spectre when I walked past the mirror
I believe the real truth will unfold
And there’s one thing about my hair, I must say
When I’m sleeping someone’s painting it with patches of gray
You can’t tell me I’m just getting old
Must Be Ghosts

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