Clark Kent Phone Booth - Ghost River Bed Lyrics
Took a broom for guitarand pretending to walk down the stagethought the people sang my songsjust the neighbour shouting from below sayin’ “Hay!You’re insane?! I’ll call them cops”Another time still I was a little guyA six chord in my handThey seem one hundred thousandYet not good to help me singSometimes I thought my ear’d explodeStill that neighbour shouting off belowFrom that day as background voice he joined the bandNa na na na…Sometime past is a ghost river bed, yeahAnother time I met a shy black haired girl fool of Elton JohnHer hands touched on the black and white keys of her piano so softFingers slipping on the the silkShe was playin’ a living thingI said “ Hey! keep on playin’ , I’ll call the band “A friend o’ mine knew me since I was a childand he played the guitarwe’ve grown up in the same small town,in the same old tunesstarted singing songs aloudsomething made us feel so prouddrink youth healthraise your voice and turn to manNa na na na…Na na na na…Swimming in a ghost river bedSwimming in a ghost river bedFelt like swimming in a ghost river bedSwimming in a ghost river bed
