John Grant - Pale Green Ghosts
Back then I often found myself
Driving along the road at night
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean
Warm late spring's wind whips through my hair
I am right here but want to be there
And no one in this world is gonna stop me
Pale green ghosts at the end of me
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place
Pale green ghosts must take great care
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me that I must be away
25 and 36 to boner I was getting warm
But now I'm getting colde
I stomp my feet acting like a child
I hope you get everything you wanted boy
I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy
But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth
Pale green ghosts at the end of me
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place
Pale green ghosts must take great care
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me I must be away
Pale green ghosts at the end of me
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place
Pale green ghosts must take great care
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me I must be away