She never said "I didn't ask for this" but it was right there on her lips
Dirt poor and raising four on her own
"It's just the season that I'm in" she said, with a crooked grin
But seasons don't change much where I live
Days are long and years are short, the needle's on the record
"You'll be fine someday" you tell your soul
Talk of hope just makes you bored when it's never getting better
You'll live someday, now you're just a ghost
Yeah, you're just a ghost
I'm not fooling anyone, I guess just trying to do my very best
She made her point with a half-hearted laugh
Maybe things could change real soon and she'd be twirling round the quiet room
But that may never be what she gets
Days are long and years are short, the needle's on the record
"You'll be fine someday" you tell your soul
Talk of hope just makes you bored when it's never getting better
You'll live someday, now you're just a ghost
Yeah, you're just a ghost
Days are long and years are short, the needle's on the record
"You'll be fine someday" you tell your soul
Talk of hope just makes you bored when it's never getting better
You'll live someday, now you're just a ghost
You'll live someday, now you're just a ghost
Yeah, you're just a ghost
Just a ghost
