I've been running through that day, oh boy. Played it a thousand times and each time I took it too far. All those little things that we did for show. I guess it all amounts to nothing, nothing. I reminisce, fall apart, c'est la vie, and bon voyage - we run away from it all. In the streets and in the breeze, I swear that I can hear you in my dreams, but you're not there at all. There's a ghost in my room, but it doesn't feel haunted. I can smell your perfume, cuz it's stuck in my close (yeah). We've been to the moon and now we're back where we started. There's a ghost in my room, I don't mind. I made our wish on a shooting star, like we did a thousand times getting high in my car. And all those shiny things that we can't afford, I guess it all amounts to nothing, nothing. Melodies and boulevards, turn to memories and broken hearts and they become who you are. Just like my favorite t-shirt and my jeans, I'm barely hanging on or so it seems. Just gotta laugh through it all. There's a ghost in my room but it doesn't feel haunted. I can smell your perfume cuz it's stuck in my clothes (yeah). We've been to the moon, now we're back where we started. There's a ghost in my room, I don't mind. On the radio I listen, we listen (yeah). In my baby's arms, I'm missing, I'm wishing (yeah). I'm just saying. There's a ghost in my room but it doesn't feel haunted. I can smell your perfume cuz it's stuck in my clothes (yeah). We've been to the moon, now we're back where we started. There's a ghost in my room and I feel fine. Ghost in my room I feel fine. Ghost in my room, I feel fine.