Mary at home, as always, was ironing a pale shirt of a ghost
 Trying to straighten out every crease of his being and the emptiness where she was lost
 Ten minutes before she had her man drying in the summer's breeze
 Their love had been helped by a little red peg but it was just a moment seized

 'Cause he flew away
 On a memory where most
 People fade away
 But now she's left with the shirt of a ghost
 Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

 Ten minutes before he ran away to a stranger's hands and feet
 And as it turned she saw them play among the soap, water and heat.

 'Cause he flew away
 On a memory where most
 Lovers just fade away
 And she's left with the shirt of a ghost
 Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

 Ten minutes before the shirt was stained in anger and greed
 And it smelled of revenge from a broken heart and the shirt his body no longer did need

 'Cause he flew away
 On a memory where most
 Bodies just fade away
 But she's left with the shirt of a ghost
 Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost

 'Cause he flew away
 On a memory where most
 Lovers just fade away
 But she's left with the shirt of a ghost
 Yeah she's left with the shirt of a ghost
 She's left with the shirt of a ghost