About A Ghost Town

Post 935:

Everyone is looking that way

Their heads are for the wind

These two hands are not my own

At least we’re good for something

Maybe not for understanding

Products to the plan

I won’t ask of you anything

No one to be let down, no one to be let down

I won’t ask of you anything

Just leave me in a ghost town, just leave me breathing in a ghost town

The least of all ain’t nothing

Their hammer and their nails

I see those big plans in your eyes

The streets are growing over

The fighters in their corner

Excused to take a stand

I won’t ask of you anything

No one to be let down, no one to be let down

I won’t ask of you anything

Just leave me in a ghost town, just leave me breathing in a ghost town