Home   In my old bed   With the new sheets   I suppose I could have known   That my new life   Would bleed out onto these old streets   Where the trees hang to the ground   And there's never any sound   After nine   And my dad watches the news   On a couch that's worn and used   And he laughs at the wrong times   Oh, the wrong times      She's letting go   In a cold snow   On a windy day   And we line the streets below   And despite my coat      I feel like I could blow away   I am swallowing the air   That only tastes this way out here   In this town   And all that I can do   Is just stay in her view   So she knows that I'm around   I'm around      I get back home   And this new place has an old feel   Out on the porch I'm still alone   But if I look, then they're real   All around me they appear   Coming on a night so clear, falling down   They're the ghosts of me and you   Open up and let them through   'Cause they'll always be around.   I'm around.