maybe we’ve got ghosts all wrong
because once somebody’s gone
I’ve never seen them again
but I am still here
thinking on how
everything’s different now
haunting the same places
we all used to go
remember when we all went
through the car wash
twice in a row
just for something to do
I go through it now alone
and it’s like I barely exist at all
maybe a ghost
is just who’s left behind
maybe a ghost
is the last one left
to remember
the old days
and drive down the same road
looking out
at all the new buildings
built on the bones of all that was