Lyrics
Lock that box, put it away.
The pendant too, that ring can’t stay.
Piece of jewelry round your neck,
once a beacon, now a speck,
Of a future (not) meant to be.
Fell out of love, fell out of me,
We saw it coming, was on me,
But come September she’s alright,
No more nightmares every night,
And she will finally be free.
There’s no turning back,
Hon, Keep your eyes on your track,
And don’t you look back again,
To where all this once began,
This ghost’s not worth of bringing back.
Whatever we wanted most,
Oh honey, we’re chasing ghosts,
Oh Honey, we’re chasing Ghosts.
We’ll be gentle, will pretend,
Will never call, or write or send,
Were we to run in just by chance
Don’t even give another glance,
and try to look the other way.
You got this, hun, make it all you.
don’t listen to any one for truth
Be gone seed planters, truth spouters,
well-meaners, doom-glowerers,
all trying to whisper in your ear.
Take a step each day,
Don’t be afraid, you won’t sway,
the last word this time with you,
of what you choose and will do,
and only you who leads the way.
Whatever we wanted most,
Oh honey, we’re chasing ghosts,
Oh Honey, you’re chasing Ghosts.
Only echoes of the past,
of a dream that wouldn’t last.
Lost souls clinging to what’s gone
was it hopeless, was it wrong?
was it wrong?
For a brief moment there was hope,
A tiny straw kept us afloat
A changed direction or a fluke,
fate to play its last cruel joke,
it’s last cruel joke.
We part as friends, or least pretend,
the shattered pieces still in hand
knowing that these were now the days,
for each to go their separate ways.
Cause what is said just ends in fights,
in accusations and in gripes,
harsh words and insults end each call,
destroy the last good in us all.
For a brief moment there was hope,
a tiny straw kept us afloat,
a changed direction or a fluke,
an obscured flicker, a muted whisper,
a faint uprising, a rebuke.
A reach out, touch me, hold me, feel me,
Before we part into the night,
Like ships that aim for different, distant coasts.
We’re chasing ghosts,
Yes, honey we’re chasing ghosts.
