Upstate Ghost

Keep your eye on the ball. Nice level swing
Keep your feet on the ground, nevermind that sound and ignore that sting
From here I will disappear. I won't fail
To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail
This ghost town is nothing but hollow
The callow are trained to carry and follow
Bitter and fallow, empty if not shallow
No such thing as tomorrow
From here I will disappear. I won't fail
To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail
From here my wearying ghost will be carried
And here the last traces of sunlight are buried
Where is the sun? Where is everyone?