Usually Never There
Cracked phone screen
in a quiet stockroom
Radio low, humming in the blue gloom He talks about a trip
down to Barcelona
But we never left this side of the border (ooh-ooh)
And it's a map
we never drew
Lines on a page we never knew
We are chasing ghosts on the high street!
Chanting the words to a song we don't know!
(yeah) Dancing on concrete
in the summer heat!
Letting it all go!
Dusty shelves and the shift is ending
Two AM,
no more pretending He checks the screen,
looking for a signal
While the radio plays something sentimental
We are chasing ghosts on the high street!
Chanting the words to a song we don't know!
(yeah) Dancing on concrete
in the summer heat!
Letting it all go!
(letting it all go) (yeah)