Roll the red carpet out to Meet them waiting in their cars Fill the air with desperation Like a dog that won't stray far away Put the glad hand over shoulders Act like you give a sh** Pay for laughs and pay for dinner It still won't mean a bit It don't mean nothing at all Peerless poets have brittle hearts Buying bags from someone in the park Will they come down in your reach Or will they scatter out on the beach You'll never hear them sing You will search forever And comb the wreckage of some average life To find there's nothing new Just a lonely soul like you Now the kids have learned to smile When happiness is not worthwhile So crawl away it's time to leave And wonder was it worth the chase It's real this time we know These old ghosts have broken hearts Sending postcards from somewhere in the dark Will you see them come back home Or will they scatter, happy just to roam And sing their songs alone