Ghost Town

The streets are empty, nobody's got work

The days get pretty bad but they could get worse

We're sleepin' late, cause there's nowhere to be

We're cryin' a lot cause there's no one to see

In a ghost town, in a ghost town

In a ghost town, in a ghost town

Seasons still change, it's cold then it's hot

Flowers still bloom, sometimes it snows a lot

The sun beats down and the mud still reeks

It's through these natural patterns that we count the weeks