كلمات Ghosts

We were driving through the grapevine with a trunk full of our gear We were listening to Copperline and matching trees with years And you brought your pillow case And I got the book on tape As miles of rolling hills slowly disappear You said I don't know where I'm going And I'm still trying to feel like myself We were ghosts in the city on fire On our own in the terrible sea We were ghosts in the city on fire No I won't worry 'bout you So don't worry 'bout me You were crying in the lobby We were fooled another time Over dinner, over blackjack You were looking for a sign But nothing was in the cards We had to seal our hearts As days of empty place folded in the night You said I don't know where I'm going And I'm still trying to feel like myself We were ghosts in the city on fire On our own in the terrible sea We were ghosts in the city on fire No I won't worry 'bout you So don't you worry 'bout me We were ghosts in the city on fire On our own in the terrible sea We were ghosts in the city on fire No I won't worry 'bout you So don't you worry 'bout me So don't you worry 'bout me So don't you worry 'bout me