Rose and I are from
West Virginia.
I've known her since we were eight or nine.
She said when the
ghost gets in you,
it's when you leave to see what you can find.
Goodbye Rosie,
and mine.
I hope you know
what you leave behind.
Goodbye Rosie,
fare thee well,
and whatever
it is you're looking for,
I hope serves you well.
She said she was headed for the West Coast.
Guess she's been reading too much Care Aware.
She said that the ghost pointed to a new signpost,
and unlike Jack she won't be coming back.
Goodbye Rosie,
friend of mine.
I hope you know
what you leave behind.
Goodbye Rosie,
take good care,
and whatever you've been looking for,
I hope you find it
there.
That fall I got a call from Rose.
She was hanging out in San Francisco Bay. I asked how it was
working out with her and her ghost.
Said they might head down Mexico Way. Goodbye Rosie,
friend of mine.
I hope you know what you left behind.
Goodbye Rosie,
shoot for the moon,
and whatever you're still searching for,
I hope you find it soon.
The last time I heard from Rosie,
the postcard arrived from Peru.
She said that it's just like West Virginia.
She really didn't know
what to do.
Well come back Rosie,
friend of mine.
I hope you know
what you left behind.
Come back Rosie,
I hope you found.
There's a ghost waiting for you.
Back in your hometown.