Στοίχοι: Broadway Calls. Good Views, Bad News. Give Up The Ghost.

I'm broke and sorry.
You should have heard that one last night.
It broke my heart, and I woke up sick and cold inside the van.
Still coughing up those songs I sang last night.
I'm a ghost. Separate from that guy you knew.
And these songs that I sing won't do anything, but get us to the next town,
and the next town, and the next town.

So just wrap me up and tuck me into bed.
I've got too much pessimism in my head.
You've suffered way too long, and I'm sorry boys, I'm sorry boys.
This is my final self pity song.

I?m cold and scared.
Anxiety I?ve got for sure.
So unprepared. But ?dying alone is the new 20? I?ve heard.
Give up the ghost! Give up the ghost!
Is that optimism shining through?
My friends all know I?m a sucker for the happy ending blues.
To embrace the regrets, is how we laugh through this