Story Behind The Song

If I played guitar better, the guitar playing would be better

Lyrics

There's a ghost from a dream that haunts me
Whispers tales of my youth
To taunt me along
Who chides with song

What might of been
In colored lights of fame
You will never know

Notes brought from the past
Yet in your last refrain
Passages that echo
Cannot last

Shall we dance the dance of regret and wait mournfully with sighs
Pay the boatman place the coins upon my eyes
As there is no second chance to go back and to right the wrong
Penance due and penance paid is sometimes blurred beyond the light of truth

There's a ghost from a dream that haunts me
He's my guide as I play
This journey of notes
To learn by rote

So I go on
Continue with this ruse
You will never know

Ghost and I agreed
I'm left alone again
Silence dwarves the shadows
In my mind

Shall we dance the dance of regret and wait mournfully with sighs
Pay the boatman place the coins upon my eyes
As there is no second chance to go back and to right the wrong
Penance due and penance paid is sometimes blurred beyond the light of truth

There's a ghost from a dream that haunts me
Acts the role of my muse
To taunt me along
Who chides with song