Ghosts of You

Ride down on Scenic to the beach
Keep that bottle in the bag
Just until we hit the sand
Where the road goes blank

Well, you should know it's not yours to keep
So wait 'till late in the day
When the blues run deep
You'll see it's everything they say
Distant lights across the bay

You are what hides there
Without a face or skin
You are footprints left behind
In the dark

Here come those El Diablo winds again
The ghosts of my life, blew wilder than the wind

And it struck me, I know that time flew
Now coming back to me in waves
It's just trash off the piers
That such pitiless water takes

Well, I should have known it was always you
Out there where figures rise from the sea
In a haze then disappear
I know I'm not the man I used to be
From those days on the quay

You are what hides there
(These ghosts of you)
Without a face or skin
(These ghosts of you)
You are footprints left behind
(These ghosts of you)
In the dark

You are what hides there
(These ghosts of you)
Without a face or skin
(These ghosts of you)
You are footprints left behind
(These ghosts of you)
In the dark

(These ghosts of you)