[Verse 1] I am a Bodhi tree green leaf, thin as faith veins holding their little map even as they fade away Being Bodhi, I stay still (let the traffic pass) I won't pretend to be busy I just watch clouds roll and crash [Chorus] I am a Bodhi tree, I am a ghost I am an ornament, gleaming the most set on a shelf where the dust never sleeps no one taught me what love means to keep I am a Bodhi tree, I am a ghost stuck in the space between almost and hope living beside every ordinary day something is just out of reach, slipping away [Verse 2] I am a Buddha, small curled like a question mark a dainty little figurine on your desk, in the half-dark Much like a manger child posed for the holiday scene truth be told, I mouth the word “love” having no idea what it means [Bridge] I am a ghost in the grocery line I am a ghost on the morning train you look straight through and your eyes pass mine and I cannot tell if I'm here, or a stain Not yet reborn, not yet erased missed the light when it called my name I sleep beside your crowded life forever almost, never the same [Chorus] I am a Bodhi tree, I am a ghost I am an ornament, smiling the most placed where your passing glances land never quite held in a human hand I am a Bodhi tree, I am a ghost breathing your air like a borrowed coat dwelling beside what I cannot touch something is just out of reach (always too much)
