Mount Eerie Follow

I had my hopes of how I would be
after living in exile, after closing all eyes to me
I have romanced scenes where I re-emerged boldly
and bearded alive with eskimo eyes
with new baby on my back, but from where?
I did not count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stowaways
great ghosts of my life
great ghosts of old wives
and their howling
so I spent my wilderness time, pulling my hair, rolling on the ground
wrestling them off
yelling at no one, punching snow
I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, I bid them away, pleaded and cried
and said there's no room in my life for you or you or your howling

not just change where we live
go on get
I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off
after getting set free
but there's no such thing as living without their prowling
so as you can see, having descended the hill
I still look like me, I still wallow like Phil
forever will
I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives, unkniting my brow
but now I've surrendered
if you listen you can hear us howling

I had my hopes of how I would be
after living in exile, after closing all eyes to me
I have romanced scenes where I re-emerged boldly