Aubrey Eisenman & The Clydes - Ghost Town

Ghost Town

Cold is setting on a windswept sky
Everybody’s left town
Trying to keep it all straight

I never thought the work would get us by
But we’re standing on ground
Hard living in the upstate

Wide bend, gonna bring me home, home again
Flight, send, me back the only way I know
Where no one wants to go

Lights are flickering on empty road
You could hear a tear fall
You could see a ghost fly

All the summer waves that kept us floating
They’ve been pulling men down
They’ll take a perfectly good guy

Wide bend, gonna bring me home, home again
Flight, send, me back the only way I know
Where no one wants to go

My neighbor’s house is locked up locked down
Can’t find an extra hand
Nobody hanging out here



But there’s something in the cold dry air
Something in the still night
To keep me staying each year

Wide bend, gonna bring me home, home again
Flight, send, me back the only way I know
Where no one wants to go