Neal Peterson - I Am The Ghost Of My Former Self lyrics

I take it back, I thought I'd be another key Another track in your distraction But summer's gone and here we stand, bed of clover All our friends have gotten older No more waiting No anticipating Or take your place inside the ground The end has come around We believed that money was just a thing We believed that truth would set us free We believed that war was just a fad It makes me sad It makes me sad