1964 - I Will Keep Your Ghost

What it feels like to leave you behind, I'll never know

To be the first out

To be the one who's on the road

Eyes locked forward

Hands tight on the wheel

I wonder what it feels like to disappear

Perfecting the art of leaving

The trick is to make it look easy

When you're walking out the door

Searching for rhyme or reason

Counting the days it's an even

1964

What is like to be stuck in this place, I'll never know

With the need to break out, to wanna pack up and go

To keep pretending with your head down and mouth shut

Can you tell me what it feels like to give up?

So if you want out

Just get out

Don't throw your hands up

If it's too much

Perfecting the art of leaving

The trick is to make it look easy

When you're walking out the door

Searching for rhyme or reason

Counting the days it's an even

1964

So now it feels like you wanted

(Feels like you wanted)

Who cares how you got there

(Who cares how you got there)

So now it feels like you wanted

(Feels like you wanted)

Who cares how you got there

(Who cares how you got there)

Perfecting the art of leaving

The trick is to make it look easy

When you're walking out the door

Searching for rhyme or reason

Counting the days it's an even

1964

Perfecting the art of leaving

The trick is to make it look easy

When you're walking out the door

Searching for rhyme or reason

Counting the days it's an even

1964