Ghosts In The Streets

Wind howling down Through the graveyard street Same old song of the same old ghost Fleeing in reckless retreat- Once I had A fast G.T.O. Lost it racing In the streets of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico- Went down to the breakfast joint Ordered coffee and dry toast Made my plans To hunt up some old ghosts- Stood out in the dark Under an old, new moon Asked God and the stars Why'd it all go, and why so soon? - None of your damn business Came a cold reply Just keep hanging around son Soon enough you'll learn to fly- The day I was born Was the day I started to crack up The day I was thrown down to the ground Was the first day I ever looked up- We're all ghosts out in the lonely streets Ya, out in the cold Winning, losing; trying, dying Growing up, growing old-