The kind of country store where you can only pay in cash For a Power Ball and a gallon worth of gas The kind of day that you wash down with a second beer In the kind of bar where you go to disappear The kind of pills that gets you through a shift Numb the back pain when there's heavy loads to lift The kind of frozen food that passes for a meal The kind of desperate that forces you to kneel Every day just like the one before That's your body's breakin' down They make a year that's like the one before You're still a ghost in every town You're still a ghost in every town The kind of trailer park where people come and go But you pay on time and keep the curtains closed The kind of Christmas that brought a three day storm And you burned up all the propane stayin' warm The kind of winter days that's dark by four o'clock You gotta brace yourself just to take a walk The kind of cold that gets inside your bones The kind of howlin' you can only do alone Every day just like the one before That's your body's breakin' down They make a year that's like the one before You're still a ghost in every town You're still a ghost in every town You're still a ghost in every town