Lyrics Post: “Ghost Of A Chance”, RUSH

Another one from the Canadian band, RUSH. One of the few songs I can recall where Drummer/Lyricist Neil Peart writes on the theme of Romantic Love. And as usual (in my book), he captures it quite well. Great insights, in my humble opinion. Listen, Consider, Enjoy.

“Like a million little doorways

All the choices we made

All the stages we passed through

All the roles we played

For so many different directions

Our separate paths might have turned

With every door that we opened

Every bridge that we burned

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

I don’t believe in destiny

Or the guiding hand of fate

I don’t believe in forever

Or love as a mystical state

I don’t believe in the stars or the planets

Or angels watching from above

But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love

And make it last…

Like a million little crossroads

Through the back streets of youth

Each time we turn a new corner

A tiny moment of truth

For so many different connections

Our separate paths might have made

With every door that we opened

Every game we played

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

I don’t believe in destiny

Or the guiding hand of fate

I don’t believe in forever

Or love as a mystical state

I don’t believe in the stars or the planets

Or angels watching from above

But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love

And make it last…”

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