Ghost Town

Wayne Webster

This is the solo version of a song I recorded with the Wetband:

GHOST TOWN

You better get over it soon, or it’s just gonna take you down
Till there’s no one left around, till there’s no one left around
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.

Everyone’s been moving out. Could there now be any doubt?
Could there now be any doubt?
But is this what your life’s about?
About settling old scores, and locking all the doors
Till there’s no one left around
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.

The Grave–yard–––– of Broken Dreams is full
Oh, but you are digging still, to put another down,
Till there’s no one left around, till there’s no one left around
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.

The vultures circle high, and you think that you know why
But it’s not what you may think, no it’s not what you may think
Because it’s you who has begun to stink. Stinking up the town
Till there’s no one left around, till there’s no left around
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town

Your heart——
Yeah, your heart’s begun to rot
But it’s the only one you got
There’s not another to be found
Cause there’s no one else around
Cause there’s no one else around
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.

Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.
Ghost Town!
And you’re living in your own Ghost Town.