Like a stumbling ghost
Visiting my soul
Better get goingLike the wind on my back
A friend in my bed
When I come homeTime won't change that the Truth
Still hasn't been told
Been bought and been soldDoubt won't take away my hope
My hope for some joy
To spread from this boyThe window's open, the light is soaking
I see it coming over the oceanThe window's open, the light is soaking
I see it coming over the ocean
The window's open, the light is soaking
I see it coming over the ocean
