Rumors of Your Ghost

No one’s watching the TV, no one’s tuned into the radio
They’re all talking about you, talking ‘bout you on the telephone

They’re spreading all the rumors of your ghost
Up and down the California coast
I will not keep holding out for a holy host
But I’ll hold to the rumors of your ghost

They said that they saw you dancing down the 101
And hovering so lightly out among the Farallons

I could use some magic on a day like today
When everything is tragic, it’s so hard to break the gray

They saw you by the lighthouse flickering the light bulb on and off
Then you saved the sailors that had run aground upon the rocks