Living Ghost - Joy Again

Whoa, oh Whoa, oh I'm the ghost Living in a ghost town I'm a ghost Living in a ghost town You can look for me But I can't be found You can search for me I had to go underground Life was so beautiful Then we all got locked down Feel a like ghost Living in a ghost town, yeah Once this place was humming And the air was full of drumming The sound of cymbals crashing Glasses were all smashing Trumpets were all screaming Saxophones were blaring Nobody was caring if it's day or night (Whoa, oh) Whoa, oh I'm a ghost Living in a ghost town I'm going nowhere Shut up all alone So much time to lose Just staring at my phone Every night I am dreaming That you'll come and creep in my bed Please let this be over Not stuck in a world without end Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Preachers were all preaching Charities beseeching Politicians dealing Thieves were happy stealing Widows were all weeping No beds for us to sleep in Always had the feeling It will all come tumbling down I'm a ghost Living in a ghost town You can look for me But I can't be found Whoa, oh We're all living in a ghost town (Whoa, oh) Oh, living in a ghost town (Whoa, oh) We were so beautiful (Whoa, oh) I was your man about town (Whoa, oh) Living in this ghost town (Whoa, oh) Ain't having any fun (Whoa, oh) If I want a party (Whoa, oh) It's a party of one Whoa, oh Whoa, oh

Living without time Never knowing where it goes, all the time Only that you're facing some ghost of tomorrow Chasing notes in your mind A ghost Living with a ghost Never knowing where he goes with the ghost Only that he's plucking the soul of your sorrow As you live with the ghost Give and give to the ghost The ghost And though you're waiting like that painting The Scream As he pockets your pain for his act Still you know that you're displayed in his dream Like some monkey that's stuck on his back But then, why would he look back When he's got the whole world still to catch? Got to feed the ghost Always searching for some gift for the ghost Knowing that he's raiding your soul for your sorrow As they're raising a toast To his raising the ghost The ghost And though you're waiting like that painting The Scream As he never -- no, never -- comes back Still, you know that he'll just keep chasing the dream Of the thing no one dreams that he'll catch But then, now, perhaps he has Why then would he ever look back Living without time Never knowing where it goes, all the time Only that you're facing some ghost of tomorrow As it leaves you behind Playing notes in your mind Haunted by the ghost Knowing you're the ghost The ghost

Had a nice little life A little boat, a little beach A little routine I liked A blue ocean view Free to go with the flow Anywhere that I wanted to But the moment you set foot on my shore That's when I knew There's a difference in Living and living well You can't have it all All by yourself Something's always missing 'Til you share it with someone else There's a difference in living and living well 'Til you sailed with me Thought that I had it good As good as it could be From the back of my deck Caught a fish, caught a breeze And a thousand red sunsets But sitting here with you, girl, I just saw The best one yet There's a difference in Living and living well You can't have it all All by yourself Something's always missing 'Til you share it with someone else There's a difference in living and living well My days are brighter My sky a deeper blue My nights are sweeter When I'm with you There's a difference in Living and living well You can't have it all All by yourself Something's always missing 'Til you share it with someone else There's a difference in livin' I thought I was living There's a difference in living and living well Living well I'm living well