Home
In my old bed
With the new sheets
I suppose I could have known
That my new life
Would bleed out onto these old streets
Where the trees hang to the ground
And there's never any sound
After nine
And my dad watches the news
On a couch that's worn and used
And he laughs at the wrong times
Oh, the wrong times
She's letting go
In a cold snow
On a windy day
And we line the streets below
And despite my coat
I feel like I could blow away
I am swallowing the air
That only tastes this way out here
In this town
And all that I can do
Is just stay in her view
So she knows that I'm around
I'm around
I get back home
And this new place has an old feel
Out on the porch I'm still alone
But if I look, then they're real
All around me they appear
Coming on a night so clear, falling down
They're the ghosts of me and you
Open up and let them through
'Cause they'll always be around.
I'm around.