Sometimes they say we've all got ghosts,
and we go where the wild wind blows.
We go places no one else knows,
especially where no one boasts.

Although all our nights end with toasts,
we're so far gone that our hearts froze.
Sometimes they say we've all got ghosts,
and we go where the wild wind blows.

We're bad news, they say on the coasts,
as if every one of them knows
how we got our clothes and this rose
and how we get goddamn good roasts.
Sometimes they say we've all got ghosts.