60s Ghost

Текст песни Jane Good - 60s Ghost

Wait for me all we have is time
The clock is ticking but illusions make you blind
Good luck is coming we'll be fine
Four days
Four nights

Been working these hands to the bone
I contemplate living a life out on the road
Nobody's coming you should know
My home
Is your home

In my mind I saw the coast
A California dream
Of a 60s ghost
Golden days we want the most
If we feel we don't belong
We'll find a way to make it on our own

Make it on our own
If we feel we don't belong
We'll find a way to make it on our

They say just look and you will find
But certainty has never been a friend of mine
Let your intentions fall in line
But the past
Stays behind

In my mind I saw the coast
A California dream
Of a 60s ghost
Golden days we want the most
If we feel we don't belong
We'll find a way to make it on our own

Make it on our own
Make it on our own
If we feel we don't belong
We'll find a way to make it on our

Make it on our own
Make it on our own
If we feel we don't belong
We'll find a way to make it on our own