Ghosts

Boys in the street are talking about leaving, they're leaving Looking for places to go Boys in the street are talking about leaving, they're leaving Looking for places to go Andy built his coffin down in Carolina Told me he was running from something But I think he's just out chasing girls When Mary moved all of her shit to Chicago Her mother made sure that she left with her Bible But you won't find her face on Sundays [Chorus] All my friends are talking about leaving, about leaving But all my friends are sitting in their graves All my friends are talking about leaving, about leaving But all my friends are sitting in their graves Is it any wonder why we all leave home? People say, "I knew you when you were six years old" And you say, "But I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed." Mom and Dad, if only you could see me now Been here for a year and now I own this town Cause I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed [Chorus] One day we'll all be ghosts Tripping around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day we'll all be found No longer lost, we're just hanging around One day we'll all be found, found, found Found, found, found