I was driving down the valley the other night
I realized I was the only soul in sight Ruins and vanded cars left to decay
The moon rises by the treetops and made me smile at my prayer
Black smoke from the mountain, white shirts in the forest

Wolves howl for an answer, I'm running out of gas in a ghost town
I'm running out of gas in a ghost town
True stories buried in those empty fields
And whistled by scarves surrounded by thick shields

Who am I who always keep on going back
Yet lucky you always can erase your track
Black smoke from the mountain, white shirts in the forest
Wolves howl for an answer, I'm running out of gas in a ghost town

I'm running out of gas in a ghost town
There's a tree by the lake
With a tombstone at the end
Cause hell took a turn the day when I should've learned

For those who can't smile
For those who can't deny
A story told and then lost one by one
In a ghost town