The Ghost in my Car

 

 

 

I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car

Not exactly him but some likeness, a ghost from afar.

I can’t exactly see him clear

But either way it’s nice to have him near

 

I’ll tell him stuff about my life

And he nods and makes positive sounds

I can’t exactly hear him

But either way it’s nice to have him around

 

I glance over towards him

When we’re stopped at the traffic lights

I don’t exactly know why

I can’t really see him, sometimes he’s in the back, just out of sight.

 

Anyhow, its really a thrill to find my dad sitting next to me in my car

Maybe it’s his spirit or even just a trick of light

I don’t exactly know the answer

But I swear he smiles back when I say, goodnight Dad, everything’s all right.