You are the ghost that I talk to You are the ghost that I trust I tell you things I never tell I tell you what I must There are lines that you walk Lines you never cross Seas you never sail Dreams forever lost Sometimes silence paints a thousand words Sometimes it's just a wall I'll be there in the morning I pump the gas and watch the miles burn I ache as hungry hours pass I hum and listen to the tires turn I know nothing lasts Rub your eyes as the night lights dim Life goes on, time gets bent Don't get lost, don't get tired Don't get hypnotized I'll be there in the morning I'll be there in the morning I'll be there in the morning I'll be there in the morning You are the ghost that I talk to You are the ghost that I trust I tell you things I never tell I tell you what I must