Ghost Town from Open Road by Adam Kurtz

Empty streets and empty bars is all that we can see
Walking through the village square where something used to be
Is it in our minds or did everybody flee?
Our voices echo endlessly, there’s no one else around
How did we get left behind wandering alone throughout this Ghost Town

I follow memories of singing in the air
Toward the old marquee that lies in disrepair
Names I’d forgotten scream their own despair
I’m drunk and powerless like a king without a crown
Desperately in search of any method to release me from this Ghost Town

But it’s like an elevator that won’t go up or down
Nothing ever changes and there’s no escape from this Ghost Town

If you’re scared of nighttime then you won’t last too long
You’ll try to retrace your steps to see where you went wrong
You’re not transparent you will never belong
You’re like an elevator that keeps on going down
You’re getting closer to the one place that is worse than in a Ghost Town

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