Ghost Towns

There’s nothing quite like the people left walking around ghost towns

The rings around their eyes and the way that they drift on the wind

They’re still following echoes from past lives they lived

They remind me of stories I heard as a kid

So how do I set you free, when the lost don’t want to be found

And how do I get you to see that there’s nothing left here for you now

That there’s nothing left here for you now

Stretching on tip toes to reach for a reason to hold on

But I’m falling forward they’re falling back into themselves

They’re still walking their circles, a personal hell

And they sigh like the sound of the night in the elms

So how do I set you free, when the lost don’t want to be found

And how do I get you to see that there’s nothing left here for you now

That there’s nothing left here for you now

Are you scared of dying, are you fighting to stay awake

You know it’s not your job dear to mourn the mistakes that we make

I just pray the Lord your soul to take

So how do I set you free, when the lost don’t want to be found

And how do I get you to see that there’s nothing left here for you now

That there’s nothing left here for you now

That there’s nothing left here for you now