Not Chasing Ghosts Lyrics

It always comes one time a year when the wrecking ball

feels near

so grab some Visine and some coins, we're headed for the

coast

we'll deftly navigate the maze of interstate

a thousand cars, a billion stars, still running from our

ghosts

but when we got there, we stood surprised and surrounded

by debris

it seems the boardwalk and the arcade were swallowed by

the sea

our pocket's weighed down with Washington's severed head

was no relief

God bless those high scores forever lost in this coin-op

tragedy