Ghost Of Your Father by New Model Army
It took fourteen hours to hitch from London to Portsmouth
I can picture you in your battered old coat
Blown by the trucks on the side of the road
Cursing the world just until one pulls over
The cab is warm, the driver is talking
And oh if he had his time over again
And you laugh with the man, but you think of another
Stealing away around each darkened corner
The ghost of your father always, always watching
And he waits for you when the black tide comes
And you feel the ghost of your father waiting
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