It was dark, an empty alley,
With a bottle of beer in my hand,
Looking silly, walking funny,
I'm a drunk man, once again.
When I was about to collapse,
Right in front of me, a time-lapse,
More like a ghost, really,
I've seen a ghost tonight.
He is young yet a little bit old,
Holder of breakdowns yet bold,
With his toga, he hugs his mother,
While saying how much he loves her.
Then there's his father, never been so proud,
In his face lies tears of joy, for crying out loud,
And together they'll live a successful life,
As a family who knows how to work hard and strive.
And then here I am, all alone,
In a dark alley, a disown,
No development yet I've grown,
A drunk man with no home.
I looked up and whispered to the moon:
"I've seen a ghost tonight.
It was my dreams that died a very long time ago. "