Mark Erelli - Ghost

I'm not the kind to believe in superstition
Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction
You race through my blood, some kind of sweet addiction
Heaven help the fool who falls in love

I sleepwalk the streets of this town looking for your face
Ain't got nothing to show right now, but I can't give up the chase
Won't you give me a sign, some kind of saving grace
You're the only one I'm thinking of
Can't get you off my mind

I must be going insane
All these streets look the same
Nobody answers when I call out your name