Speaking With A Ghost

Overnight it’s getting cold,
When every day is different in Michigan,
You never know.
It’s been a while since you’ve called.
I’m speaking with a ghost and I’m wondering
How you’re making out.
And I went and spent that week trying to find you out.
Every night it feels the same.
And I went and spent those nights driving by myself.
Every night it feels the same.
Overnight I fell apart,
I use to wonder where you’ve been, or where you were.
I threw my face against the wall
So I won’t wonder where you’ve been,
Or where you are, and how you’re making out.
And I went and spent that week trying to find you out.
Every night it feels the same.
And I went and spent those nights driving by myself.
Every night it feels the same