Music : The Rolling Stones - Living in a ghost town



Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town

You can look for me
But I can't be found
You can search for me
I had to go underground
Life was so beautiful
Then we all got locked down
Feel a like ghost
Living in a ghost town, yeah

Once this place was humming
And the air was full of drumming
The sound of cymbals crashing
Glasses were all smashing
Trumpets were all screaming
Saxophones were blaring
Nobody was caring if it's day or night

Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I'm going nowhere
Shut up all alone
So much time to lose
Just staring at my phone

Every night I am dreaming
That you'll come and creep in my bed
Please let this be over
Not stuck in a world without end

Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

Preachers were all preaching
Charities beseeching
Politicians dealing
Thieves were happy stealing
Widows were all weeping
There's no beds for us to sleep in
Always had the feeling
It will all come tumbling down

I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
You can look for me
But I can't be found

Whoa, oh
We're all living in a ghost town
Whoa, oh
Oh, living in a ghost town
Whoa, oh
We were so beautiful
Whoa, oh
I was your man about town
Whoa, oh
Living in this ghost town
Whoa, oh
Ain't having any fun
Whoa, oh
If I want a party
Whoa, oh
It's a party of one
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh