The ghosts of Campbell Ave. in the room We had just turned 42 The air so cold it went and choked your happiness; but in the moonlight it's still you Our wedding picture rests above the flue We moved to Illinois last June The ashes ripped through your bones and your fingertips I loved the way it made you move All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go Anna passed before the age of eight It happened on the same day The pyre rose and there was no coming back from that The memory stoked some kind of change All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go Clean the kitchen sink, you burnt the toast You left the room to read the Morning Post Your eyes were lost and low it felt so unnatural. But you were always just a ghost You were always just a ghost You were always just a ghost All I've ever known is to be your guide, to be your home All our dreams up in smoke - there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go The ghosts of Campbell Ave. in the room You had never turned 42