Pale Green Ghosts - John Grant

Back then I often found myself

Driving on the road at night

And the radio was broadcasting the ocean

Warm late spring wind whips through my hair

I am right here, but I want to be there

And no one in this world is gonna stop me

Pale green ghosts at the end of May

Soldiers of this black highway

Helping me to know my place

Pale green ghosts must take great care

Release themselves into the air

Reminding me that I must be aware

At 25 and 36 to Boulder

I was getting warm

But now I’m getting colder

And I stomp my feet ammending like a child

I hope you get everything you wanted boy

I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy

But don’t come crying when you’re forced to learn the truth