Me, Myself and I (12 october 1974)

My ghost…my conscience…
I hold you to me, and…
Begin to see you clearly….
The love that I lost…for I would still hug you dearly…
In this forgotten field of dreams,
Clouded… from all to see,
The rain, this loss, it's so painful to see,
Your face, it brings me to tears…
Will I ever begin to forgive myself…?