Wolfgang Marrow - Small Town Ghosts

No stars up above me
The city killed them slowly
And the moon is a birth right
Killed by the king’s pride

You know, it’s hard living alone
How I miss my old country home
Five miles away from my window
Vultures are circling the city below

Oh, titans of the uptown
Old Hades keeps the souls down
And we knew it when the bees died
The last few that survived

We wear the scars of El Dorado
No one survives the city of gold
Always looked so pretty, dressed in Hate City
Cut out your heart on Hospital Hill

‘Cause I sold my Free State of mind
Traded hazy orange fields for machines on the skyline
And I stole the hunter’s line of sight
While my father’s bones spoke of the small town ghosts

And they say
You can never go home
Such a pity though
Wearing out our welcome
Say you’ll never go home
Promise it though
We owe all the ghosts we know

No stars up above me
The city swallowed them wholly
And the moon is a street light
Denying my skyline

You know, it’s hard living alone
How I miss my old country home
Five miles away from my window
Vultures are circling the city below

‘Cause I sold my Free State of mind
Traded hazy orange fields for machines on the skyline
And I stole the hunter’s line of sight
While my father’s bones spoke of the small town ghosts

And they say
You can never go home
Such a pity though
Wearing out our welcome
Say you’ll never go home
Promise it though
We owe all the ghosts we know

Written by:
Sandy Little

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