Ghost Town

I want to live in a ghost town Arrive on a Sunday before three I'll pack my bag with one transparent gown And a couple of books to read They all will greet me with silence The dust clouds will make up for their cheers They'll take my hand My entrance will be grand For I'm the first one to visit in years It's something about the context Not so much the Wild West movie scene I want to live in a ghost town Where I'm the most alive they've ever seen I'll only use the unplugged pay phone In the long ago abandoned saloon I'll call all my friends But I'll only get dead ends So I will only hear what I wanted to It's something about the context Not so much the Wild West movie scene I want to live in a ghost town Where I'm the most alive they've ever seen But the dust gets in your eyes And you realize ghosts aren't real You're alone again How alive does that feel I want to live in a ghost town With hundreds of ghosts, I'll never know I want to live in a ghost town But today I'll start the drive back home