And she's making up excuses
I'm headed to the party
And I don't wanna be here
And I don't wanna feel sorry
Cause I am so obsessed
And it is so exhausting
Making up excuses
I don't wanna be part of
Don't wanna be a ghost in the field
Phantom
A spirit riding on the wings of birds gone flying tandem
And I
Saw them in the field that day
Ghosts in the field that day
Now I'm making up excuses
For why I'm heading early
I took the bus down to Bay at Main
Cause I don't wanna be here
But I can't be late
Can't stop thinking about the
Ghost in the field
The phantom
A spirit riding on the wings of birds gone flying tandem
And I
Saw them in the field that day
Ghosts in the field that day
Saw them in the field that day
Ghosts in the field that day