Talkin bout leaving here
Can't believe I'm saying
The kids in town all milling round
I can see the games they're playin'

Talkin bout leaving here
Never thought I'd see the day
Thought the day that I'd be gone
They'd be carrying me away

But I ain't a ghost that hangs around
And haunts what isn't mine anymore
I ain't a frightened eye
Peering through a padlocked door
I ain't a crumbling monument
To the good old days
I suppose I'll be on my way

Talkin bout leaving here
Seems like it's time
The powers that be it's clear to me
Have something else in mind
Than my father and his father
And generations before
It just ain't the same anymore

But I ain't a ghost that hangs around
And haunts what isn't mine anymore
I ain't a frightened eye
Peering through a padlocked door
I ain't a crumbling monument
To the good old days
I suppose I'll be on my way

Talkin bout leaving here
Up so late at night
And they're tripping off the cameras
And the motion lights
And I think about my family
Gone so long before
It just ain't the same anymore

But I ain't a ghost that hangs around
And haunts what isn't mine anymore
I ain't a frightened eye
Peering through a padlocked door
I ain't a crumbling monument
To the good old days
I suppose I'll be on my way
I suppose I'll be on my way