Ghost Town
Wish that you could see this city,
just how it used to be,
burning with the fire of industry
Wish that you could feel the life,
we once felt on these streets,
but you cant, no you cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Nothing but one dead highway,
no blood in these veins,
you hardly see a car, truck, or train
Theres no one left to say what happened,
but I want some one to blame
but I cant, no I cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Looking for some answers in the rubble, rocks, and sand,
The diggings got me nothing,
but some worn dirt on my hands,
I didnt see it coming,
never thought wed see her fall,
but maybe she was crumbling all along.
Wish that you could see my family,
just how it used to be,
burnin with a love so bright and free
I wish that I could hold my momma,
just once more before she leaves,
but I cant, no I cant
no I cant, no I cant, no I cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Yeah Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could go around,
Im on my way back home,
Im on my way back home,
Im on my way back home.
just how it used to be,
burning with the fire of industry
Wish that you could feel the life,
we once felt on these streets,
but you cant, no you cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Nothing but one dead highway,
no blood in these veins,
you hardly see a car, truck, or train
Theres no one left to say what happened,
but I want some one to blame
but I cant, no I cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Looking for some answers in the rubble, rocks, and sand,
The diggings got me nothing,
but some worn dirt on my hands,
I didnt see it coming,
never thought wed see her fall,
but maybe she was crumbling all along.
Wish that you could see my family,
just how it used to be,
burnin with a love so bright and free
I wish that I could hold my momma,
just once more before she leaves,
but I cant, no I cant
no I cant, no I cant, no I cant
Cause Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
Im on my way back home
Yeah Im on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
Im on my way back home
Im on my way,
wish that I could go around,
Im on my way back home,
Im on my way back home,
Im on my way back home.
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Morgan
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