I think I'd like to be a ghost
Be there but not be seen
Peer at people passing by
Ignore them all with silent sigh
Just like they ignore me

I'd like to be a phantom
Suspended in a dream
Watching time come rushing past
Knowing that it's gone too fast,
I'll be the same I've been

I want to be a spirit
Separate from myself
Seeing my form move with ease
Then breaking with life's broken breeze
Yes.

I think I'd like to be a ghost
But when I stop and really think
I guess that's what I am