Benson Hedges

Holy ghosts,

When do you come out to play?

'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,

He'd better start looking today.

Last week my baby hit the slopes.

I spent the weekend setting

Traps in the road.

I should have been cutting

Out my eyelids,

You'll never guess what baby did

When she got home home

Na na na na

Now at least the birds are singing to me,

But what they're trying to say,

I don't know

I think they come from the cold

I think they come from the cold

To the city that don't snow.

So I drove until we both broke down.

I was stranded in a border town

Believing the motel TV would bring

Me to safety,

But between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly

I've come to find,

That I can't be defined

So I turned it off,

Now convinced I would cross

Took one last look at the gold

As it shattered on a mountaintop,

Oh now I believe the sun,

It's like a symphony.

But what it's trying to play,

I don't know

I think it's come for the cold.

I think it's come for the cold.

To the city that don't snow.

C'mon, Holy ghosts

When do you come out to play?

'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,

He'd better start looking today.

So I can rise with the river

We all float before we sink

We pray for satellites,

Pray for courtesy

And pray that it can climb

Mountains to me!

I say goodbye to the canyon.

I will set sail to the streets

Where I don't care to be forgiven

I want to be forgotten.

I don't care to be forgiven

When Lord I only want to

Be forgotten!

I receive woh

Now now now woh

I receive woh

Now now woh woh

I receive woh

Now now now woh

I receive woh

Now now woh woh now now

I receive a call from my family

And what they started to say

Brought me home.

They think I'm beautiful

They think I'm beautiful

For all my big mistakes.

For all my big mistakes.

For all my big mistakes.