Hotel rooms have their share of ghosts    One just flew out from the mini bar    Gypsies take their bodies    and they leave their bags behind    of karma and vibe and suicide       I'm looking out over foreign fields    A steeple watches guard over wounds that have yet to heal    And I really wish you were here    Yeah I really wish you were here       CHORUS:    Did you think I would run away    Did you believe I could fly    Did you know I'd take you with me    In my heart    In my dreams    You're right here next to me       Molly Malone's has her share of ghosts    I've seen 'em fly out from the microphone    They sing through my body and they leave their songs behind    Of lovers and losers and passerby's       I'm counting the hours that I've lived without sun    A stranger takes me home and speaks to me in tongue    And I really wish you were here    I really wish you were here       CHORUS       I'm catching sleep in the back of a car    Wrapped up in a blanket with my Taylor guitar    I really wish you were here    I really wish you were here       CHORUS       I really wish you were here    I really wish you were here