Fickle Ghost

I have got to go
Let me ride upon your handlebars
Did you ever know
I'd been waiting in a black sidecar?

I'm a fickle ghost
Every hour I've changed my mind
But, whatever else
To the present I have never lied

You never went away
You've been sitting in the wet back yard
You didn't even hide
You were waiting with a question mark

Though it's what you want
We will never put away the past
There's a quiet witch hunt
And the color's never going to hold fast

There is a languid man
He is looking through his sleepy eyes
Turn around again
Never knew he could be this wise

I have got to go
Let me ride upon your handlebars
Did you ever know
I'd be waiting to see who you are?