Racing Days - Ghost-Bro Goes Abroad

I was I was walking home
On my home
Even though there was a bus out front
On the field trip
We were college kids
In a country where I spoke the language
Still found a way to feel so sad there
I was praying that they'd ride by the street where
I'd be staring at the cracks and looking all alone
Doesn't matter if they don't see me being 'lone
I was sneaking cigarettes and calling friends
On the phone
Bitching how these kids are so high school
Yeah, they gave me a nickname
Ghost-Bro
I like staring out the window and Tesco
Eat my biscuits in the window

Watch the airfield glow subside
And since now that there's no time
I think I just might live my life
When I walk down to Dame Street
Three pint night
I feel alright
Now I'm wishing I could just get some more time

I wanna wanna be alone, be alone
Gotta top up on my flip phone, flip phone
Call my say and back home, go back home
And it's time to go, I don't wanna go
Realize that I never need to be alone, be alone
No I didn't need to be alone, be alone
No I didn't need to be alone, be alone
No I never need to be alone, be alone

Written by:
Brian Engles

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