Ghost Stories (Live) Lyrics

I slept on the futon

And listened to sounds in the silence

I left when the day broke

And walked through the city alone

I looked for a towel,

Forgot mine when I left Virginia

The snow in my boots

Was much warmer than you

And I just wanted to go home

Go home

Home

Through layers and layers of blankets

I felt my heart beating

We left in the afternoon

Headed down I-95

Directions in notebooks

And ice on the roads

Slowed our progress

We got lost in New York

But the view from the bridge

It was beautiful that night

All those lights

Those lights

A couple hotel rooms

And coffee shops later

I found you

Telling your secrets

And ghost stories

Soft in the dark

When you fell asleep

Quiet in the backseat

I remembered why I loved you

And my brother drove on

While I wrote you a song in my mind

It wasn’t the first time

It wasn’t the first time

It wasn’t the first time

It wasn’t the first time