I have my hopes of how I would be after living in exile After closing your eyes to me I even wrote scenes where I re-emerged boldly, bearded alive With eskimo eyes New baby on my back But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stored away Great ghosts of my life Great ghosts of old wives And their howling So I spend my wilderness time, rolling on the ground Pulling my hair and wrestling them of Yelling at none, punching snow I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, bid them away, I pleaded and cried There's no room in my life for you or your howling Let my undo these ropes and go on living without you Not just change where I live Go on get, I said I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them of After getting set free But there's no such thing as living without their prowling As you can see, having descended the hill I still look like me, I still wallow as Phil And forever will I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives, unkniting my brow But now I've surrendered In fact I've joined in You can hear us howling