I Hear Ghosts

There’s knock, there’s a knock
There’s a knock at my door
And a boot-stompin’ whistle raisin’ up from the floor

And they get a little louder
And they burn in my hear
Like a hot lover’s whisper
Like big onion tears

There’s a clock, there’s a clock
There’s a clock on my wall
And it ticks a little louder with each comin’ fall

I hear ghosts every day
And their words are like wine
And I just can’t stop drinkin’ no matter how hard I try

Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make

Every day, I’ve been tried
I’ve been tried, I’ve been told
To drink down the words
To warm from the cold

But today I feel good
Ain’t it just like a dream
My mind is so empty
But it’s nice to feel clean

Nobody wants to hear
Nobody wants to care
Years pile up like a white wedding cake
Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make

Everyone passes on and nobody listens
The work that we do is a choice that we make