Ghost In Every Town

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 get 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

But 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 it's dark by four o'clock

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

But 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