Texty: Elliott Smith. New Moon. New Disaster.

The ghost of your smile is always looking
For new bodies to haunt
And it's been here and disappeared
It's hanging around aloofly for a while
Gradually gone, it's pleasing and freezing

Well, I wonder what it is you're after
Keeping company with this disaster
You looked all over town, got turned around
To walk back through the mud
The kind you had left behind you

Everybody is the same
In this long no-win game
Where every new blood
Gets time to become resigned

Now I wonder what it is you're after
Keeping company with this disaster
Why you never tried to tame your master?

You just blow through the coals
Blow through the coals, blow through the coals
Until everyone knows that your smile is just a ghost

The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park
It's old news, you see that it's no use
Waiting to start, waiting to light, waiting 'til dark
I told you, man, I told you

Well, I wonder what it is you're after
Keeping company with this disaster
Why you never tried to tame your master?