I've been down...
Wandering past 2nd Street and looking at the ghosts,
Of you, and me, and thinking back on all those memories,
Of how we used to be.

I've been hearing...
I hear all those voices, over the noises, of breaking glass,
And all those plans we had to get us through,
They're never coming true.

I hope and hope,
That you won't forget,
I'm hoping,
Hope you know that,
I can clearly see...

The ghosts of you and me,
And I'm moved on memory.

And you're still alive,
And I'm still getting by,
On these dead end streets,
The ghosts of you and me.

I'm still talking,
Talk of what we'll do,
To the ghosts of me and you.
And I'm still looking back into the past,
When we were all we had.

I hope and hope,
That you won't forget.
I'm hoping,
Hope you know that,
I can clearly see.

The ghosts of you and me,
And I'm moved on memory.

And you're still alive,
And I'm still getting by,
On these dead end streets,
The ghosts of you and me.

The ghosts of you and me...
The ghosts of you and me...

I hope you won't forget,
I hope you know I'll always regret,
Those thing's I've said.
I hope you know that
I can clearly see.

The ghosts of you and me,
And I'm moved on memory.
And you're still alive,
And I'm still getting by.
On these dead end streets,
The ghosts of you and me...

The ghosts of you and me...
The ghosts of you and me...
The ghosts of you and me...
The ghosts of you and me...