Ghosts

Leaving your land that you’ll never see again alive; this 
ain’t no fair trade – no.
After the blast comes and poisons everything you love; your
 history, spirits – gone.
My love was one of the first to go. Now I’m fighting this 
one on my own.
My boy was one of the first to go. Now I’m fighting this 
one…
Out of sorts, out of line, running out – out of time
Far from the quiet life, starting wars, picking fights.
Remember what they said: Just save your own and don’t look 
back again
Just look ahead – straight as an arrow, straight as an 
arrow.
Don’t hear their pleas, their screams, they might as well 
be ghosts…
Remember, remember
Don’t hear their pleas, their screams, we might as well be 
ghosts…
Remember, remember…
People I know, people you know, makes no difference where 
they come from,
When they’ll go or if they’ll stay; I think I’ll check out 
any day now
Leave your life yeah forget names
Remember all the rough times, trouble -
Can’t find you if you get moving
Out of town, out of state, out of here: Leave this place.