Ghost
Wandering Shadows: Jeremy Messersmith's Haunting Tale of Broken Paths
Lyrics
One more night in Omaha
Reflecting on spending another night in Omaha.
Bus stop just before the dawn
Waiting at a bus stop just before dawn.
Cold wind followed me somehow
Feeling a cold wind following, perhaps symbolizing challenges.
Through parking lots and shopping malls
Wandering through parking lots and shopping malls.
Rinse my thoughts in alcohol
Seeking solace by drowning thoughts in alcohol.
Black clouds rolling over me
Dark times represented by black clouds rolling over.
If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Defiance, a willingness to cross lines without learning lessons.
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Commitment to burning bridges, refusing to change.
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
Returning to the starting point but just passing through.
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
Feeling like a ghost in someone's life, fading away.
You broke my heart with sticks and stones
Past pain caused by words and actions, represented by sticks and stones.
Swore I'm never coming home
Pledging never to return home due to heartbreak.
Last words never written down
Unspoken last words, leaving things unresolved.
If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Reiteration of crossing lines without heeding lessons.
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Persisting in burning bridges, regardless of consequences.
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
Revisiting the starting point briefly, not staying.
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
Existing like a ghost in someone's life, barely noticeable.
Been so long since I've been gone
Long absence, doubting if there will be recognition.
Doubt if you'll know me at all
Wondering if the absence made a significant impact.
Downpour, did I make you proud?
Reflecting on accomplishments and seeking approval.
If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Stubbornness in crossing lines, rejecting the need for lessons.
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Continuing to burn bridges, disregarding consequences.
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
Repeating the cycle of returning briefly to the starting point.
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
Remaining a ghost, fading away from someone's life.
Day is short, my shadow's long
Time passing, shadows growing longer, symbolizing life's brevity.
One more hour 'till Wichita
Heading towards Wichita with a limited time frame.
Sunlight never felt so kind
Appreciating sunlight as a rare kindness in the journey.
If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Reiterating the refusal to learn from crossing lines.
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Persisting in burning bridges without considering consequences.
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
Returning briefly to the origin but not staying.
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
Continuing to exist as a fading presence in someone's life.
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