The Ghosts Of The On-Ramps Lyrics

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You told me that I smoke too much but that won't make me want to stop

I never thought I was a spiteful person

There's phantoms in these traffic lights and God, we almost crashed tonight

But if they're bad, I think I'm worse then

There's ghosts that haunt the on-ramps

There's always cheap vodka on their breath

There's no one that I'm fooling

They know just how to bring me down with them

There's ghosts that haunt the back roads

They always play the music too loud

As soon as I get back there

I'll fade back into their crowd

Speed through that intersection, head out the open window

Or park in front of my junior high

All of us have changed this town in growing up and breaking down

God, I want to kiss that perfect smile

I'm back in my hometown right after it all changed

I thought that everything would make me sad

But every little corner store and bar belongs to our small group

Nostalgia isn't really all that bad

There's ghosts that haunt the on-ramps

There's always cheap vodka on their breath

There's no one that I'm fooling

They know just how to bring me down with them

There's ghosts that haunt the back roads

They always play their music too loud

As soon as I get back there

I'll fade back into their crowd

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

There's ghosts that haunt the on-ramps

There's always cheap vodka on their breath

There's no one that I'm foolin'

They know just how to bring me down with them

There's ghosts that haunt the back roads

And they bring out the best and worst in me

So call me self-destructive

But here's nowhere that I'd rather be