All The Ghosts Paroles

On nowhere, one more time.
I'll hand you the needle
if you hand me the gun.


And all the ghosts along the highway
have got nowhere to go today.
So they float through your head
like an Easter parade.


Don't even bother
trying to find yourself:
lost in this crowd of yesterday's news.

What you've got
is
a bad case of innocence
and baby,
someday and you...
you're just like...