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Ghosttown
Words and Music By Anne Stott


It's said ghost towns are empty so why do I find
I'm looking over my shoulder and reading into signs
Worn out store fronts and run down saloons
Someone still lives here the question is who

Footsteps, they echo from I don't know where
Stone faces on porch fronts just sit and stare
Will I make it out alive? I guess no one ever does
It's a battle to the death to live beyond what was

The laundromats radio plays a love song
To broken hearted washers waiting for some
Unforeseen change to blow through their town
But that stoplight's flashed yellow more years than they count

So I watch the spin cycle and I watch my back
For a shoot out a drag race, a drag race, a posse's attack
Will I make it out alive? I guess no one ever does
It's a battle to the death to live beyond what was

This town's here for a reason but reasons run dry
Now ghosts are walking main street and they're the reason why
One young girl puts in her four loads
With highlights and miniskirt she's not lost all hope

We're all walking with the dead while everyday we pay
To buy the illusion that our ghosts aren't here to stay
Will I make it out alive? I guess no one ever does
It's a battle to the death to live beyond what was

© 2007 Anne Stott. All rights reserved.
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