Paroles de Ghost

When you come on wasted wheels, you don't know which way is home. When you've lost your place to be you can feel it in your BONES. When I feel the breeze through me I don't know if I'm a GHOST. So I try to sing something like I'm feeling in my BONES. Is it just me or is it everybody else? It must be everyone to some degree. Yes, I see myself in everybody else. and maybe they can see themselves in me.