Oh Hello. I am the ghost of Troubled Joe. Hung by his pretty white neck. Some eighteen months ago. I travelled to a mystical time zone. And I missed my bed. And I soon came home. They said. 'There's too much caffeine. In your bloodstream. And a lack of real spice In your life'. I said. "Leave me alone. Because I'm alright dad. Surprised to still. Be on my own... ". Oh but don't mention love. I'd hate the strain of the pain again. A rush and a push and the land that. We stand on is ours. It has been before. So it shall be again. And people who are uglier than you and I. They take what they need and just leave. Oh but don't mention love. I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again. A rush and a push and the land that. We stand on is ours. It has been before. So why can't it be now?. And people who are weaker than you or I. They take what they want from life. Oh but don't mention love. No - no don't mention love!. A rush and a push and the land that. We stand on is ours. Your youth may be gone. But you're still a young man. So phone me phone me phone me. So phone me phone me phone me. Oh I think I'm in love. Oh I think I'm in love. Oh I think I'm in love (think I'm in love). I think I'm in love. Oh