I'm seeing ghosts in my neighborhood
Everywhere but my home
Any way my thoughts can drift
Spirits often do roam
I make the most of my company
And now I'm never alone
Every get in the game is speaking my name
The blame is none but my own
I time my stride to the beat
Ask and you shall receive
You know where to find me
If you're ever in need
It's winning a game of emotion
It's playing the odds to make way
It's dropping a line and then hoping
Everyone turns out fine the next day
And in the cool of the evening
An ivory form hovers in
To the foot of your bed, not a word is said
But you're talking to ghosts again
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
Nothing short of a good thing
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
No no
I'm seeing ghosts in my neighborhood
Everywhere but my home
Any way my thoughts can drift
Spirits often do roam
I make the most of my company
And now I'm never alone
Every number I meet is wearing my sheets
The blame is none but my own
I tune my gaze to the streets
Figures all in reprieve
Familiar faces in empty spaces
In a hushed caprice
It's letting a wildfire linger
It's trying to bottle the wind
It's betting an arm for the finger
It's coming to terms with losing a friend
And when the twilight's receding
You catch the sheer of your skin
Well it's great to be back but you're caught in the act
You've been talking to ghosts again
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
Nothing short of a good thing
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
Nothing short of a good thing
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
Nothing short of a good thing
People change, people change
People change, it ain't nothing
Short of a good thing
Nothing short of a good thing no
People change, people change
People change, people change
People change, people change people