Ghost Town
I had to learn when
When i return
It's a ghost town
What a turn of events
Been a blur ever since
I packed bags
And moved down South
What a shame to let go
Of the place i called home
The pine trees and winding roads
They stopped to tell me wherever i go
I'll always be welcome on Shawfield road
Feels like the time flew by
And life is a boat
Setting sail on the ocean on loathsome lows
But i'll remember that one September
When i woke up alone
I heard a voice inside
"Today's when i leave home"
I shed a tear and faced my fears
Of if i'll make it on my own
A brand new chapter
I just can't wrap my head around it
So i lay down
I've been kinda busy
I'm a one man band in a coastal city
Gotta make some plans
Because i'll crumble on my own
So i guess i owe my whole life to
This don at Plymouth Avenue
Because there i stayed and spent my days
And found her
But i know wherever i go
There's still only one place that sounds like home
A jar filled with pebbles and stones
I found on the fairground
Turned black with coal
When i look back i see that old green guitar
And a muddy path
To the playground where we laid down
We could see the stars
Time flies quicker than i can keep up
The memories won't stay for long
And through fragile and heartbroken eyes
We'll look back on these times
When i return
It's a ghost town
What a turn of events
Been a blur ever since
I packed bags
And moved down South
What a shame to let go
Of the place i called home
The pine trees and winding roads
They stopped to tell me wherever i go
I'll always be welcome on Shawfield road
Feels like the time flew by
And life is a boat
Setting sail on the ocean on loathsome lows
But i'll remember that one September
When i woke up alone
I heard a voice inside
"Today's when i leave home"
I shed a tear and faced my fears
Of if i'll make it on my own
A brand new chapter
I just can't wrap my head around it
So i lay down
I've been kinda busy
I'm a one man band in a coastal city
Gotta make some plans
Because i'll crumble on my own
So i guess i owe my whole life to
This don at Plymouth Avenue
Because there i stayed and spent my days
And found her
But i know wherever i go
There's still only one place that sounds like home
A jar filled with pebbles and stones
I found on the fairground
Turned black with coal
When i look back i see that old green guitar
And a muddy path
To the playground where we laid down
We could see the stars
Time flies quicker than i can keep up
The memories won't stay for long
And through fragile and heartbroken eyes
We'll look back on these times
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Jordan Iii Jr.
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