60s Ghost

Wait for me all we have is time

The clock is ticking but

Illusions make you blind

Good luck is coming

We’ll be fine

Four days

Four nights

Been working these

Hands to the bone

I contemplate living

A life out on the road

Nobody’s coming you should know

My home

Is your home

In my mind I saw the coast

A California dream

Of a sixties ghost

Golden days we want the most

If we feel we don’t belong

We’ll find a way to make it on

Our own

Make it on our own

If we feel we don’t belong

We’ll find a way to

Make it on our

They say just look and

You will find

But certainty has never

Been a friend of mine

Let your intentions fall in line

But the past

Stays behind

In my mind I saw the coast

A California dream

Of a sixties ghost

Golden days we want the most

If we feel we don’t belong

We’ll find a way to make it on

Our own

Make it on our own

Make it on our own

If we feel we don’t belong

We’ll find a way to

Make it on our

Make it on our own

Make it on our own

If we feel we don’t belong

We’ll find a way to

Make it on our own