John Grant - Pale Green Ghosts

Back then I often found myself Driving on the road at night, And the radio was broadcasting the ocean. Warm late Spring wind whips through my hair. I am right here, but I wanna be there, And no one in this world is gonna stop me. Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- Soldiers of this black highway-- Helping me to know my place. Pale green ghosts must take great care, Release themselves into the air-- Reminding me that I must be aware. At 25 and 36 to Boulder I was getting warm, but now I'm getting colder, And I stomp my feet--demanding like a child. I hope you get everything you wanted boy. I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy, But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth. Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- Soldiers of this black highway-- Helping me to know my place. Pale green ghosts must take great care, Release themselves into the air-- Reminding me that I must be aware. Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- Soldiers of this black highway-- Helping me to know my place. Pale green ghosts must take great care, Release themselves into the air-- Reminding me that I must be aware.