Ghosts

Leaving your land that you’ll never see again alive; this ain’t no fair trade – no.
After the blast comes and poisons everything you love; your history, spirits – gone.
My love was one of the first to go. Now I’m fighting this one on my own.
My boy was one of the first to go. Now I’m fighting this one…
Out of sorts, out of line, running out – out of time
Far from the quiet life, starting wars, picking fights.
Remember what they said: Just save your own and don’t look back again
Just look ahead – straight as an arrow, straight as an arrow.
Don’t hear their pleas, their screams, they might as well be ghosts…
Remember, remember
Don’t hear their pleas, their screams, we might as well be ghosts…
Remember, remember…
People I know, people you know, makes no difference where they come from,
When they’ll go or if they’ll stay; I think I’ll check out any day now
Leave your life yeah forget names
Remember all the rough times, trouble -
Can’t find you if you get moving
Out of town, out of state, out of here: Leave this place.