You are the ghost that I talk to
You are the ghost that I trust
I tell you things I never tell
I tell you what I must
There are lines that you walk
Lines you never cross
Seas you never sail
Dreams forever lost
Sometimes silence paints a thousand words
Sometimes it's just a wall
I'll be there in the morning
I pump the gas and watch the miles burn
I ache as hungry hours pass
I hum and listen to the tires turn
I know nothing lasts
Rub your eyes as the night lights dim
Life goes on, time gets bent
Don't get lost, don't get tired
Don't get hypnotized
I'll be there in the morning
I'll be there in the morning
I'll be there in the morning
I'll be there in the morning
You are the ghost that I talk to
You are the ghost that I trust
I tell you things I never tell
I tell you what I must
