I tried every day
To make a broken record play
Dust and vinyl cracking
As it died
I tried hard in vain
To be something you could explain
I stared right at the truth
And it lied
A faded picture by your door
A film of dust across your floor
But I'm not gonna be that
Anymore
I'm just a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
Just a fraction of the fiction that you wrote my life into
If in the attic of your mind you find
A photograph or two
They're of a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
I drive a million hours
Between the trash and wildflowers
To feel the fire of being
Half alive
Don't sleep while evening fades
Between the concrete barricades
A cloud of smoke and the joke is
You survive
A faded dream
A grateful host
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
The moments that I'm missing this
The most
I'm just a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
Just a fraction of the fiction that you wrote my life into
If in the attic of your mind you find
A photograph or two
They're of a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
You thought you knew
The songs I didn't sing
And words I wouldn't say
It isn't like you listen
Anyway
I believe the world's on fire
So I built a funeral pyre
What a poignant way
To retire
I'm just a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
Just a fraction of the fiction that you wrote my life into
If in the attic of your mind you find
A photograph or two
They're of a shadow of a ghost of a person that you thought you knew
You thought you knew