I cruise the curb where the asphalt peels
A heavy heart and some rusted wheels
The sky is grey like a dirty dime
I've seen this street since the start of time
He stands alone by the screen of white
A wooden box in the dying light
His bow is worn and his coat is thin
The wind blows cold on his weathered skin
Play that song for the ghosts in the lot
Give it everything that you have got
The screen is blank but the melody rings
Listen close to the song that he sings
I shift the gear and I kill the light
A lonely fare in the middle of night
He plays a tune that I used to know
Back when the ticket was a nickel show
Play that song for the ghosts in the lot
Give it everything that you have got
The screen is blank but the melody rings
Listen close to the song that he sings
The drive-in died and the grass grew tall
The paint is peeling from the outer wall
But the music cuts through the heavy haze
Bringing back all those gold summer days
I roll the window and I drop a bill
The air is thick and the night is still
He doesn't even look up from the string
Just lets the heavy wooden body swing
The city grows and the old ways fade
A lonely debt that can never be paid
I drive away as the riff starts to moan
Two broken souls in a city of stone
Play that song for the ghosts in the lot
Give it everything that you have got
The screen is blank but the melody rings
Listen close to the song that he sings
Keep it rolling.
Just a ghost in the lot.
Yeah, keep it rolling.
