The New Ghost Song

Riding out through Somerset, fair-playin' days are over with

I'm close to your home base, be nice to see your face

But your voicemail lies as I drop another dime

There's no call back, just hangin' air time

I could fly by or walk the line, you know where I am

I'm patiently waiting, watchin' the A's game besides myself

Little green men, margarita top shelf

I stare down at the plate, chance to still hold space

The bartender asked if I want another round

I laughed till I cried, what's so funny about

If she ain't called by one, then why would she by two

Old school FaceTimes are dead and gone

It's just this fool on the stool wrote the new ghost song

Crashing into bricks, calling up the ghost, going out of my mind

Praying that you could bring us back in time

Back in my day it was dialing with dimes

Making the turn, holding the line

Taking a base or stealing right home

I need a sign, my my motor's on roam

But you can't reach base on a three strikes law

We're bottoming out, where's the call

There's a batter up with deep blue eyes

I heard someone say, don't drink and drive

But, I don't remember calling up the ghost

Or crashing into bricks, there's an echo in my mind

Back in my day it was dialing with dimes

Making the turn, holding the line

Taking a base or stealing right home

I need a sign, my my motor's on roam

So here I am, patiently waiting

Calling up the ghost, her answer echoes in my head

And here I am, patiently waiting

Calling up the ghost

Some people don't know that they're dead

They're answering echoes in their heads

Reaching out for a love long gone

I guess I'm the ghost you've been walking on

There's a voice inside your head

Answers to the echoes of the dead

Saying don't drink and drive

If you want to survive

Don't drink and drive

You'll remember that

And if you don't, the third strike hits