The Wooden Sky Follow

There are ghosts that walk the streets of this town
And a lot of folks have been dying just to keep them around
I ain’t lost and I sure as hell ain’t found
By the looks of things it might just rain all night
And we’ll be stuck here with no bottles just trying to survive
Using fishing wire to build a paper kite
Dodging power lines just fending off the night

So I got up and I got drunk
And then I got down on my luck
Seems ever since you left me
I’ve been swinging from a tree high above
Where I’ve been looking down on love
It’s been a long time since we talked but I ain’t changed
And as much as I ain’t changed I’m not the same

So we talked a while and never mentioned our religions
I never told her how her god has got me down
How the word just ain’t been something that I’ve found
By the looks of things it might just rain all night
And if we’re stuck here with no bottles
Then we might as well get high
Using razor blades to cut out both our eyes
So when the morning comes we still won’t see the light