A Ghost In This House

Patrick Cannell © 2007
I'm not saying there's a ghost in this house
But I'm not hanging around to find out.
'Cause there was something in the doorway, blocking out the light,
It couldn't have been you or anybody else.
There was something by the window just the other night,
It couldn't have been you or anybody else.

I'm not prone to hallucinations or fits
But if I stay here another night I'll lose my wits,
'Cause there was something on the landing, lurking in the shade,
It couldn't have been you or anyone who stayed.
There was something in the bedroom, breathing down my neck,
It couldn't have been you, 'cause you'd show more respect.

It seems so innocuous now but, as sure as I'm alive,
There was something here, there was something q q queer
In the kitchen breaking all the cups,
It couldn't have been you or anyone of us.
There was something in the twilight, howling like the wind,
It couldn't have been you or any of your friends.

It seems so preposterous now but, as sure as I'm alive,
There was something here, there was something here,
Yes, I felt the fear,
There was something n n near, mamamia, n n near in the doorway.