Of all the things we've said and done
I didn't think that this would be one

The clinging vines along the house:
I pulled them right up from the ground
No harm in keeping them around
Except that they will slowly starve me out

I'm gone like a ghost with all my armor still on
Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt

Of all the things we've said and done
I didn't think that this would be one
The plants are dead under the sun
From fear or love or neither one

I'm gone like a ghost with all my armor still on
Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt
I'll be gone like a ghost with all my armor still on
Don't you know that I'll be happier to run?