This was mentioned by richlmo on 27-Sep-2000, and by SDShad on Halloween, 2001:


MISS GHOST
As recorded by Don Henley on “Inside Job,” 2000.

On a misbegotten moonless night, I stumbled in my door,
Disgusted with my circumstance, soaked to every pore,
When floating from my bedroom came a moaning and a sigh.
“Oh, I’ve had one too many; it’s just the wind,” says I.

I lit up a cigarette and poured a good stiff drink.
You see, I needed to compose myself; I needed time to think.
No sooner had I settled down, the moaning came again,
Drifting through the silence like some other-worldly violin.

I bounded up the staircase and I went slippin’ and slidin’ down the hall.
You know, I’ve been around the whole wide world but I was not prepared at all.
“Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host,
Well, I see you’ve made yourself at home; good evening, Miss Ghost.

“You’re more beautiful than ever and I feel just like a kid.
I commence to trembling when I think of all the things we did.
Skin as pale as marble, lips as red as blood,
Imagine my surprise, my dear; well, I thought that you was gone for good.

“You look so lovely lying there all stretched out on your back,
But I’m the one who’s strung up here on ol’ temptation’s rusty rack,
And in the wee small hours, is when I miss you the most,
And I confess it: I have missed you, ahh, Miss Ghost.”

I threw open the window an’ I howled at the rain,
An’ I cursed the weakness of the flesh, this breath and bone, and this brute reptilian brain.

Now what dirty tricks the mind can play in the lonely dead of night
When you bump into the shadow of a faded love that wasn’t right.
Way down beneath the surface, far beyond the light of day,
So many things lie buried deep, and, baby, they should stay that way.

Of my wicked little habit we really made a mess,
And everything’s been trivialized in our vain pursuit of happiness,
And even though you’ve come for me, I won’t go back with you
To some temporary heaven down some empty dead-end avenue.

But it’s been so good to have you here, and I propose a toast:
Here’s to seeing though you, mm-hm, Miss Ghost.