OK, be calm. You've gotta find out where they went
But they had thought it through and they were covering their scent
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't in the morning?
Except the one in the leather vest, who couldn't keep from snoring
You had searched the woods, but they were heading for the coast
How could you have known she was travelling with ghosts?
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't when you're mourning?
Just tried to get a read, they showed up without a warning
When she came home, she was taller
And no longer much of a talker
She was upside down on the inside
Poor kid had found a way to catch a ride
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OK, be calm. You've gotta find out where they went
But they had thought it through and they were covering their scent
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't in the morning?
Except the one in the leather vest, who couldn't keep from snoring
You had searched the woods, but they were heading for the coast
How could you have known she was travelling with ghosts?
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't when you're mourning?
Just tried to get a read, they showed up without a warning
When she came home, she was taller
And no longer much of a talker
She was upside down on the inside
Poor kid had found a way to catch a ride
But they had thought it through and they were covering their scent
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't in the morning?
Except the one in the leather vest, who couldn't keep from snoring
You had searched the woods, but they were heading for the coast
How could you have known she was travelling with ghosts?
They seemed like good kids at the time, but who doesn't when you're mourning?
Just tried to get a read, they showed up without a warning
When she came home, she was taller
And no longer much of a talker
She was upside down on the inside
Poor kid had found a way to catch a ride
Writer: Matt McClure
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