Ghost Town

 

there's a statue on guard in the garden I walk
and the questions I'd ask if the statue could talk
are not about you
there's an empty lawn for the songs I bring
and the songs I could learn if the statue could sing
are a little bit sad
a little bit lonely
and totally true

and there's a heavy hand on the wind that strums
heavy heartbeats pound like drums
it's a funny thing that a man becomes
inside a ghost town


at the edge of the park where the fences are high
you can go up a ladder and see in the sky
that the year is getting old
and the things that you said when we talked last time
and the things that the statue could see if he'd climb
are a little bit dark
a little bit distant
and beautifully cold

and I'm holding on to frozen rungs
hold the air with burning lungs
it's a funny thing that a man becomes
inside a ghost town


heading home while the echoes run
there's a silent statue making fun
it's a sorry thing that a man becomes
inside a ghost town

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