Ghost Town Blues
Empty streets and ghostly visitors
The streets are dark,
The town is deserted.
Ghosts walk down empty streets,
They meet and greet one another.
So many towns are now abandoned,
The lives of so many have been forgotten.
Who lived in these ghost towns?
Where do all these people go?
There is a ghost town somewhere,
That has been stranded nowhere.
There is a city and town deserted today,
That will never see the light of day.
The people who lived are now gone,
There are no more babies born.
These are the ghost town blues.
No one walks in sandals or shoes.
There are a lot of dust and ghosts,
Abandoned shops and homes,
Achievements and empty boasts.
There is a town that you may know,
That was once fast and now goes slow.
Children leave their parents to move away.
Parents live and die in the town where they stay.
In the distance, a ghost plays a flute.
In a haunted mansion away on a hill,
A butler presses a warm fresh suit.
There are faded carpets and spiders on walls,
Cobwebs, cracked mirrors, are everywhere.
Somewhere, a ghostly crooner prepares a song,
As ghostly patrons come along,
To hear the sonorous voice of Claire “Le Ghost”,
Singing the song, they all love the most.
A ghostly tune and a haunting melody,
That weaves through the dusty, deserted street.
An empty town and ghostly visitors,
Make merry on its walkways and alleys.
Have you heard the ghost town blues?
Perhaps it is yesterday’s old news.
Is your town becoming ghostly every day?
As children leave and parents pass away.
Where is the ghost of memories and the skeleton?
Fighting a battle no one can ever win.
