Ghost of You

Headlights cut through the midnight rain,

Tracing lines on the windowpane.

The radio plays a forgotten tune,

Under the glow of a cracked-up moon.

Shadows stretch down the empty street,

Where the wet pavement and cold winds meet.

And the blue light fades to a quiet blue,

I'm losing the ghost of and the memory of you.

Running on fumes and a half-baked dream,

Nothing is quite as loud as it seems.

Yeah, the city sleeps

while the engine hums,

Waiting for whatever tomorrow becomes.

(tomorrow becomes)

Every turn is a choice I left behind,

Static noise in a busy mind.

Press the gas till the road turns clear,

Drowning out the weight of the year. (hummmmm)