Ghost Town

it's the end of an era
all of my old friends are gone
whether I've kicked them out
or they've left on their own
while the drinks I down
one by one
by the fire
are slowly sinking
deep down my throat

oh how I have tried to cling
to your heart
as it beats
the sunny days
when we used to parade
through the cracked streets
like we were at war
we were always at war

the anger trades our fond memories
for a bad day
when questions were posed
and it was thrown all away
but it's ok
I understand the misgivings
but I long to understand
the blood that was shed
on our behalf

so you write and write
like a brilliant waking
of a dirty and rotten soul
that keeps on the singing
but you need no approval from me
run to that place you belong
just know
right now
I just cannot follow