I see you in the night time
I feel you down the hall
Your long and lonesome figure
Put me up against a wall
Like smoke through my fingers
Poison in my veins
You swirl around and linger
A memory, rearranged
I'll go forth and prosper
But first, you must concede
We never could have worked out
Spirit, Let Me Be
Good God, I hope you're happy
Like you always used to be
The glass that stands half empty
Overflows with misery
Flood waters have receded
But flotsam still remains
A patched strip of drywall
Some fresh paint
To ease the pain
I'll go forth and prosper
But first, you must concede
We never could have worked out
Spirit, Let Me Be
Oh Spirit, Let Me Be