Ghostyard - Joshua James

A ghostyard

Now I’m laid right in the middle

A mother raised a shotgun

Poured a little

I sure got another option

For my wandering about

Ghostyard

Now I’m laying right in the middle

A spirit waves

And then he’s gone

A small bird

Crushed out in the garden

A fat worm

Taken for the other

Everyone could see it coming

Being born without an eye

Small bird

Stretched out for the others

I see you fade

And now she’s gone

One day

The earth will be an ocean

Airwaves

In place of our emotion

Everyone can see it coming

We all got locked inside the gate

Digitize consumption

Turning man into a slave

Someday

The world will be an ocean

We all get played

And then we’re gone