Chasing Ghosts from Third Acts by TYM

//Chasing Ghosts

I met a waitress from the coast
with hair of fire eyes like jade
she was so wrapped up in the moment
laughing at every word i'd say
i met a mob of grad students
a lively, captive audience
they were vivacious, of the sun
oh they were lithe and they were young

and i loved every one of them
for a brief moment inside my muddled head
but i never got to the end
to the place where i wouldn't have to say it again

"I told you so - we're chasing ghosts"

i found the fire in my head
was getting too much oxygen
you thought that we'd be safe and sound
but girl that fire's gaining ground
yea this scorched earth policy
it's where all roads seem to lead
while that waitress from the coast
is left alone and chasing ghosts

you say you're so glad you found me
but you ain't found no one
just a spectre with a lonely liars tongue

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