The City and the Ghost

Tonight I need the bright lights
Still got his face on my mind
Headed where the talk is cheap and I'm dressed to a "tee"
So they won't noticed me

Well, it's warm for December
And I got the windows down
The skyline whispers the same lie each night

But I force myself to believe...

And I swore it'd be different
But how could it be?
What I came to escape is right here inside of me

The city's a desert with photographic stars
Each pretty face is just a mirage
My mouth's full of sand again

But I force myself to believe...
Across the river's a cure for what's sick inside of me

And I swore it'd be different
But how could it be?
What I came to escape is right here inside of me
And I swore it'd be different but how could it be?
What I came to escape is right here inside of me

I look in the mirror past the buildings
The sky's getting light
Another piece of my innocence is the admission I paid there tonight
I slow down when I pass his exit
What am I doing?
It makes me sick
And I imagine him saying,
"You're better than this...You're better than this."

And I swore it'd be different but how could it be?
What I came here to escape is right here inside of me
And I swore it'd be different but how could it be?
What I came to escape is right here inside of me

And I swore it'd be different...