He calls on the phone
We say hello
He says "I love you"
He then let's go

He walks in my dreams
I catch a glimpse during the day
His cologne lingers in the house
He comes to see me somedays

He's become the ghost
The ghost of what once was
He holds me in his ghostly presence
He holds me for real, a few times a month

He's the ghost of my dreams
He's the ghost of the day
He's the ghost of cologne
He's the ghost of which I pray

He's the ghost of the phone
He's the ghost of hellos
He's the ghost of I love yous
*He's the ghost of let go's