I still believe in ghosts I've put away childish things, I've put away childish things I've put away childish things, I've put away childish things
Where have been? I don?t want to know Probably some place I wouldn?t want to go Who were you with? What did you see? Whatcha talk about? Whatcha say
I?ve got it all to myself now Crack the window just a hair Dark and close, the way I like it Black tobacco chokes the air I keep to myself, I lack the
I?ll grow up bigIf I eat all my roast I?ll still believe in heaven But I won?t believe in ghosts anymore I?ll put away childish things Every other
Coming down the mountain boys what do I see Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me Better get your rifle before it?s too late The bear?s got a pig and
Picked you up in Pocatello In some truck stop parking lot Out beside that burned up Volvo With the smoking engine shot And you just left that Volvo
She gets a little restless in the spring She might follow the lines you sing Bullshit though they are ?Cause sometimes that?s just the thing If delivered
I saw Pete and Johnny too Dressed up in their Sunday suits Getting themselves all up to go Down to Richmond to the traveling show I fixed the gate like
I guess you had your reasons For the way you used to be Don?t why I couldn?t please you You just never had much faith in me There?s fine dust in the
(Peter Case) Last night I wandered punch drunk & enraptured Out on the beltway where the business is done As I lay on the asphalt ?neath the glow of
There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing and both
Mama keeps tryin? to get the game on the radioDaddy?s gotta know the score There?s a big yellow thing on a flat bed trailer Wonder what that thing?s
