In the morning it takes me quite a while to clear my head   And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at something said   So I took control, priority #1, and that's me   So I cut the dragons head off and put away my gun   So let it be   I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure   I'm trying to kill what's happening to me   A ghost along the Mississippi      I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is   And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more   But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love   With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end   It's been done before   Nothing of passing away, or losing just one more day   I'm dying to kill what's wrong with me   A ghost along the Mississippi      Can't happen to me   Won't do it to me