Benedict Glover, Matraca Berg and Gretchen Peters - Arguing With Ghosts

I get lost in my hometown
Since they tore the drive in down
I find myself all turned around
I get lost in my hometown

I'm getting hard to recognize
They say the mirror never lies
I've still got my father’s eyes
But I'm getting hard to recognise

There's a picture on the wall
We got married in the fall
I don't know those kids at all
There's a picture on the wall

The years go by like days
Sometimes the days go back like years
And I don't know which one I hate the most
At the same old kitchen table
In the same old busted chair
I'm drinking whiskey and arguing with the ghosts
Arguing with the ghosts

I light one cigarrette a day
I watch it burn then walk away
A wisp of smoke in your old ashtray
I light one cigarrette a day

The years go by like days
Sometimes the days go back like years
And I don't know which one I hate the most
At the same old kitchen table
At the same old busted chair
I'm drinking whiskey and arguing with the ghosts
Arguing with the ghosts

Written by:
BENEDICT AENEAS GLOVER, GRETCHEN PETERS, MATRACA BERG

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Bluewater Music Corp., JEFF'S WIFE SONGS

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