Ghosts

I’ve been trying to get here all along   To the END   Walking a new trail is like reading a book Twists, turns, surprising perspectives Memories are summoned Like ghosts in the wind And I read myself into every word Every footstep And I just keep turning pages And walking Eager for the conclusion And yet I somehow hope The End will never come   Today I found it here   “END OF TRAIL”...

I was made in California Born in Disneyland With a busted lung And a broken set of wings So it’s been foot on the ground And wheel on the road Up and down In exile ever since To a cold and distant shore Far from the evening palms And citrus mornings Roots bound In the floor of the van Stunted growth With a beautiful view Has been my holy rolling   Double yellow Single broken...

You never really know Who they bring along What ghosts are riding shotgun Talking, talking, talking All the way to the beach And drowning out the song   But everybody here Knows that ghosts can’t swim Cold water to them is searing heat And anyway They can’t even stand A bit of sand on their feet   The ghosts just stay in the cars Angry at the stars And their children down here below Made...

The ship has sailed And with it your life Your family Your lover Your faith Stolen away So you live like a pirate now Steering your terrestrial warship Your vessel made of sand Writing these lines on the tide With your angry little hand Stealing only what you need Like a seagull In need of everything And needing it today Stealing whatever you can Stealing one last glance At the bigger picture Before your world...

The end of the ride It’s the easy part You don’t even have to try Wrong place right mind Underwater highline The cost of admission Is only your time For a ticket to ride A ticket to fly A ticket to the other side But when it’s all over And you’re day is done Just don’t get hooked No matter how fun You won’t do it again Though some have tried They’ve probably lied About...