T ake a w alk in a g host town
T he sky is as b lack as c rows
T hey don't make cars like they u sed to here
T imes they c hange
A nd factories c lose
T ake a r ide on a g host train
S tare at the w indows
S ee time moves fast as a h urricane
B ut it's so s trange
I t feels so s low
B ut sometimes it gets so c old down here
W ell I swear it b urns
T he wind like fire coming o ff of the Great Lakes
S ometimes it gets so d ark in here
H ey I see it turn
The e mptiness that m oves within my sou l
W e're down in a ghost town
See the c rash in the r ust
See the a sh in the dust
Feel it s lipping t hrough your ha nds
F alling on the shoes and the s houlders
O f the ragged man
See the p ride and the s hame
Like f ire and the flame
Well it b urns through e very m an
And d rops them like drunken s oldiers
On the r iver banks
Well s ometimes it gets so c old down here
H ey I swear it burns
The w ind like fire coming o ff of the Great Lakes
S ometimes it gets so d ark in here
W ell I see it turn
The e mptiness that m oves within my s oul
W e're down in a ghost town
Well s ometimes it gets so c old down here
H ey I swear it burns
The w ind like fire coming o ff of the Great Lakes
S ometimes it gets so d ark in here
O h I see it turn
The e mptiness that m oves within my s oul
W e're down in a ghost town