Ghost of a Flea

I wonder, does the water ever miss the stone
        once it’s worn away?
I doubt it, for it’s never the same water
        as it was yesterday
And does that whisper of a moon
        ever miss its better half?
Only  at night, when it remembers her laugh


Did I ask the right questions?
Did I tempt fate?
Did I find my own path to the right gate?
Did I ask the right questions?
Did I keep my head?
If it weren’t for this living, we’d be better off dead



The moon is low
I’m too high
Time to go
Don’t say goodbye
Wind on the rise
It’s getting cold
No time to die
Just getting old

Did I ask the right questions?
Did I tempt fate?
Did I find my own path to the right gate?
Did I ask the right questions?
Did I keep my head?
If it weren’t for this living, we’d be better off dead


The phantoms in your head
        Let them howl
The beasts beneath your bed
        Let them prowl
The banshees on the lawn
        Let them wail
The Vikings at their funerals
        Let them sail
The bandits in the mountains
        Let them climb
The stars in your eyes
        Let them shine
The stars in your eyes
        Let them shine
You’ll be fine, fine, fine
You’ll be fine


Did I ask the right questions?
Did I tempt fate?
Did I find my own path to the right gate?
Did I ask the right questions?
Did I keep my head?
If it weren’t for this living, we’d be better off dead

In Siam yesterday an elephant stepped on a landmine beneath a banyan tree   
This is a world of unfathomable obscenity
Sometimes I’m haunted by the ghost of a flea
I can’t ever find it, but I can feel it on me
We’re all haunted by things we can’t see
If you can, try to sleep, and to let it all be
Some of these spirits will help set you free
And not even grim death will hold the lonesome coyote

Did I ask the right questions?
Did I tempt fate?
Did I find my own path
To the right gate?
Did I ask the right questions?
Did I keep my head?
If it weren't for this living,
    we'd be better off dead