midnight ghost.

two boys are headed for the coast
one girl a few doors away
and here i sit, a midnight ghost
with all the wrong words to say

in that indian summer so long ago
we ran through those wild tall grasses
when the stars hung low, the moon bright shone
we all had a toast in our glasses

two boys are headed for the coast
one girl is a few doors away
and here i sit, a midnight ghost
with all the wrong words to say

she's quick to correct a wayward word
but short on time and advances
she claim's a love burns deep inside
but proven a liar through chances

two boys are headed for the coast
one girl a few doors away
and here i sit, a midnight ghost
with all the wrong words to say

i am not a prophet, i am not a thief
just a shell of man is all
i have been a lover, a friend, a saint
but never a man to call

i am not a fool, i am not your dream
just a ghost on the midwestern plains
i have walked a lonely, broken fortnight
and have come to the end it seems

i have come to the end it seems.
we all come to the end it seems.