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Thinking of and driving to another time.

The days we knew were yours and mine.

Days we didn't have to strap on

life's safety belt just to make it through.

When love songs were normal as taking a breath.

Those days long ago died a terrible death.

Tomorrow I'll ride the ferris wheel again

but tonight I'm thinking about you.



So I'm going out chasing ghosts again.

This time I hope the ghosts don't win.

Sometimes you need to feel the way you felt back then.

So I'm chasing ghosts again.



Remember when we spent hours in that store?

The building doesn't look the same anymore.

We'd watch videos in the back room

deep in love and dressed in rags.

I drove up to see what it looked like now,

as if it even mattered anyhow.

Someone's getting busted in the parking lot

as I'm listening to Boz Scaggs.



When he sang 'look what you've done to me'

I understood how someone could be

Living with the spirits of all the things

that you really thought would last.

And I know you don't have to tell me twice

that even if the future looks really nice

and the present is really pretty

you can still find yourself in the past.



So I'm going out chasing ghosts again.

This time I hope the ghosts don't win.

Sometimes you need to feel the way you felt back then.

So I'm chasing ghosts again.



I should probably go home, and I just might.

But the air feels really good tonight.

You know the place we met is an office

for some insurance salesmen.

And that roach filled apartment still looks the same.

I don't even remember its name,

yet still here I am, driving around

chasing ghosts again.



So I'm going out chasing ghosts again.

This time I hope the ghosts don't win.

Sometimes you need to feel the way you felt back then.

So I'm chasing ghosts again.