We Might Not Be Real

You can be the sand on the beach, you can ride the breeze
You can dance the pain away, put your hands on your knees and relax
We might not be real, what if it’s all a dream?
We might not be real, what if were not what we seem?
Did you hear the blackbirds sing?
Did you hear the rain tapping?
One hundred and forty-five years ago when I was a ghost