Well he had counselling,
from a hot roof show
A show of clapping hands
I ran a mile today, put your file away
I like solitude, I can rest assured
It's sweepstake time, (it's all alive)
The rumour monger's had his thoughts
Ghost written in the dark,
denounce all fear to talk
The acid gold bar is the prize
So come on for the ride,
the best ride of your life
Questions answers will begin
The ceiling closes in
Ghost written once again.