60s Ghost

Wait for me all we have is time
 The clock is ticking but illusions make you blind
 Good luck is coming we'll be fine
 Four days
 Four nights
 Been working these hands to the bone
 I contemplate living a life out on the road
 Nobody's coming you should know
 My home
 Is your home
 In my mind I saw the coast
 A California dream
 Of a 60s ghost
 Golden days we want the most
 If we feel we don't belong
 We'll find a way to make it on our own
 Make it on our own
 If we feel we don't belong
 We'll find a way to make it on our
 They say just look and you will find
 But certainty has never been a friend of mine
 Let your intentions fall in line
 But the past
 Stays behind
 In my mind I saw the coast
 A California dream
 Of a 60s ghost
 Golden days we want the most
 If we feel we don't belong
 We'll find a way to make it on our own
 Make it on our own
 Make it on our own
 If we feel we don't belong
 We'll find a way to make it on our
 Make it on our own
 Make it on our own
 If we feel we don't belong
 We'll find a way to make it on our own