I keep a letter in my drawer Postmark from several years before A headstone etched there on the page – a name a place a dying day But god, I'm never sure I guess three years ago last week A ghost-girl drifted down to me And left the outline of a timid face then slipped away without a trace Through space between the graves And then I fell down on my knees I placed a kiss on stony cheeks I feel that grit between my teeth Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me Something like eighteen months ago I chased a rumor chased a hope That at St. Peter's church the clock strikes twelve and ghost girls tend to show themselves but this one would not come And then I fell down on my knees I placed a kiss on stony cheeks I feel that grit between my teeth Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me The years get longer counting days I've got some private holidays But when I burned my words by candle-light I saw her standing there behind "Go on," she said, "I'll wait." And then I fell down at her feet I laid a kiss on bloodless cheeks Escaping steam between my teeth Why won't she stay, love never stayed with me