Ghostwriter

I drove the highways of a skeleton coast
Salt and sea, tapped mysteries into the keys
I wrote an opus of distorted truths
A symphony to crashing waves of victory
Oo, I am a ghostwriter
Oo, pretend I am forever young
Oo, I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come
Tamerlane, my poor soul in a last refrain
An endless storm rattles on my windowpane
The creaking floors, lost voices of a thousand wars
The fire roars
Oo, I am a ghostwriter
Oo, pretend I am forever young
Oo, I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come
How long
Can we sing the same old tired songs?
How long
Can we tread water?
The shore is only getting smaller
I am a ghostwriter
Pretend I am forever young
And I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come
Waiting for my day to come
To come