Ghost Towns

Kyle Cook

Compositor: Kyle Cook

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You played dit all so well
I really wanted to believe it
I never thought about myself
Not even for a minute

And you can tell me I gave in
When you oughta be blamin' all the hell you're raisin'
It don't amount to much at all

I won't waste another moment
Trying to find a wild home broken
Why don't we just give it up
When the road is long and the ride is so rough
Everywhere we go now lately
Brings us to a dead end baby
You oughta take a real good look around
These hearts are like ghost towns

I wrote a letter to myself
And left it out where you could see it
I know it's such a silly thing to do
When the words have lost their meaning

And you can tell me I gave in
When you oughta be blamin' all the hell you're raisin'
It don't amount to much at all

I won't waste another moment
Trying to find a wild home broken
Why don't we just give it up
When the road is long and the ride is so rough
Everywhere we go now lately
Brings us to a dead end baby
You oughta take a real good look around
These hearts are like ghost towns

In the fall when it rains
I can feel you all around me like you're with me once again
And late at night when I'm stumblin' down the hallway
I swear I can hear you call my name
But it's still so strange

I won't waste another moment
Trying to find a wild home broken
Why don't we just give it up
When the road is long and the ride is so rough
Everywhere we go now lately
Brings us to a dead end baby
You oughta take a real good look around
These hearts are like ghost towns