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Ghost

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Ghost

© 2003 Aaron Traffas (BMI)

I played the bar last night and I sang about you.
Every song I sang started with your name.
I know you couldn’t hear me because you’re so far away.
I sang for you to come back anyway.

All the letters that I send go unanswered.
The messages I leave for you go unreturned.
I don’t know how I can create the catalyst
and build a bridge to cross that you can’t burn.

And if I don’t cry tonight I’ll cry tomorrow,
somewhere in the miles that stretch between you and me.
Every bar is another chance that you might just be there,
and every show’s another you don’t see.

I’m strung out on the road but I keep on driving
an expensive four lane drug that I just have to take.
The highway doesn’t care about the stories that I tell,
but if it did you’d still be far away.

I have another show tonight at Buster’s,
one that I don’t think I can play without your ghost.
The one which I created from what I recall of you,
she sits in the corner booth at every show.

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