There are ghosts that walk the streets of this town
And a lot of folks have been dying just to keep them around
I ainât lost and I sure as hell ainât found
By the looks of things it might just rain all night
And weâll be stuck here with no bottles just trying to survive
Using fishing wire to build a paper kite
Dodging power lines just fending off the night
So I got up and I got drunk
And then I got down on my luck
Seems ever since you left me
Iâve been swinging from a tree high above
Where Iâve been looking down on love
Itâs been a long time since we talked but I ainât changed
And as much as I ainât changed Iâm not the same
So we talked a while and never mentioned our religions
I never told her how her god has got me down
How the word just ainât been something that Iâve found
By the looks of things it might just rain all night
And if weâre stuck here with no bottles
Then we might as well get high
Using razor blades to cut out both our eyes
So when the morning comes we still wonât see the light