A.W. - Ghost Stories lyrics

I slept on the futon and listened
To sounds in the silence
I left when the day broke and
Walked through the city alone
I looked for a towel
Forgot mine when I left Virginia
The snow in my boots was much warmer than you
And I just wanted to

Go home go home
Home

Through layers and layers of blankets
I felt my heart beating
We left in the afternoon, headed down I95
Directions in notebooks and ice on
The roads slowed our progress
We got lost in New York
But the view from the bridge
It was beautiful

That night all those lights
Those lights

A couple hotel rooms and coffee shops later
I found you
Telling your secrets and ghost stories
Soft in the dark
When you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat
I remembered why I loved you
And my brother drove on while I wrote
You a song in my mind

It wasn’t the first time
It wasn't the first time
It wasn't the first time
It wasn't the first time