If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie, 'bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free as long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.
If I could read your mind love, what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel, the kind the drug stores sell.
Then you reached the part where the heartaches come, the hero would be me.
But heros often fail.
And you won't read that book again because the ending's just too hard to take.
Gordon Lightfoot
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