In the morning it takes me quite a while to clear my head
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And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at something said
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So I took control, priority #1, and that's me
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Then I cut the dragons head off and put away my gun
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So let it be
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I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure
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I'm trying to kill what's happening to me
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A ghost along the Mississippi
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I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is
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And I guess my one a day, became 10 or 12 or more and more
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But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love
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With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end
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It's been done before
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Nothing of passing away, or losing just one more day
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I'm dying to kill what's wrong with me
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A ghost along the Mississippi
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Can't happen to me
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Won't do it to me
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Ghosts Along The Mississippi
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