I Hear Ghosts

	There’s knock, there’s a knock
	There’s a knock at my door
	And a boot-stompin’ whistle raisin’ up from the floor
	And they get a little louder
	And they burn in my hear
	Like a hot lover’s whisper
	Like big onion tears
	There’s a clock, there’s a clock
	There’s a clock on my wall
	And it ticks a little louder with each comin’ fall
	I hear ghosts every day
	And their words are like wine
	And I just can’t stop drinkin’ no matter how hard I try
	Nobody wants to hear
	Nobody wants to care
	Years pile up like a white wedding cake
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make
	Every day, I’ve been tried
	I’ve been tried, I’ve been told
	To drink down the words
	To warm from the cold
	But today I feel good
	Ain’t it just like a dream
	My mind is so empty
	But it’s nice to feel clean
	Nobody wants to hear
	Nobody wants to care
	Years pile up like a white wedding cake
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make

	There' s knock, there' s a knock
	There' s a knock at my door
	And a bootstompin' whistle raisin' up from the floor
	And they get a little louder
	And they burn in my hear
	Like a hot lover' s whisper
	Like big onion tears
	There' s a clock, there' s a clock
	There' s a clock on my wall
	And it ticks a little louder with each comin' fall
	I hear ghosts every day
	And their words are like wine
	And I just can' t stop drinkin' no matter how hard I try
	Nobody wants to hear
	Nobody wants to care
	Years pile up like a white wedding cake
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make
	Every day, I' ve been tried
	I' ve been tried, I' ve been told
	To drink down the words
	To warm from the cold
	But today I feel good
	Ain' t it just like a dream
	My mind is so empty
	But it' s nice to feel clean
	Nobody wants to hear
	Nobody wants to care
	Years pile up like a white wedding cake
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make
	Everyone passes on and nobody listens
	The work that we do is a choice that we make