Me and the Ghosts

If I throw it back just a little
To summers at sleep away camp
I hear the rain, song refrain and a fiddle
Homesickness sealed with a stamp
And there we'd gather round the fire
Telling tales of a ghost
But now I've grown up and I clearly see
The things that haunt me the most

Chords halfway broken and
Words halfway spoken
Bad news that knocks on the door
Phones that just ring and
The way I still cling
To how everything was before
Headlines of violence and
Dangerous silence
Wrongs that are never made right
They keep me and the ghosts up at night

Up up at night

All this talk about monsters
Hiding under the bed
In this day and age you know
I wanna join them
Hide from a world coded red

Haunted houses are tourist attractions
Have you seen the one in DC
Where politicians choose words over actions?
That sounds like a nightmare to me

And the chords halfway broken and
Words halfway spoken
Love that lives in the past tense
Cases gone cold, kids not growing old
Lies sold at someone's expense
A microwaved planet
Things taken for granted
Last words that someone could write
They keep me and the ghosts

Up up at night
Up up at night
Me and the ghosts up at night
Up up at night
Up up at night
Me and the ghosts up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Me and the ghosts up at night