sometimes i swear i ve seen a ghost in with the traffic s dust and sirens i know that i m not sick from home sometimes my voice grows hoarse at night pretending you weren t sleeping and never getting tired of me what star unmapped might bear my name i know that this would serve me well i ve seen how news may travel fast i d like to ride it for a spell pretending you weren t sleeping and never getting tired of me sometimes i d swear i d seen a ghost in with the traffic s dust and sirens