Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners Laramee
With the wheat brown forest
All around me
You turned into a whisper
Not a soul in my sight
Couldn't hear past the trees
I was starting to forget ya
And so i woke up this morning
And i made my way back
To the city we lived in
It's been a while since you packed up
And laid down for the world
Like a pawn of your plans
And i did just the same
All mine are coming up bland
And ever since you left, I've been boring
I've been sitting on my words like Im waiting for you to reach right in and pull em out
Ever since you left, ive been chewing off my tongue, trying not to tell you wrong
I'm not me since you left mе in doubt
I found a body in the trees
He was witherеd down to smithereens
His soul left him somewhere halfway to laramee
Rumor says his spirit walks these streets
And deafens you with a haunting scream
If it keeps you out it must be a dream
Over you i can't hear anything
Oh he can drag me down to hell
I still hope you're doing well
Hope you turn your records on sometimes and think of me
Cause soon I'll be the man who walks these streets yellin out my wants and needs
I hope you hear me in the distance hollering
I'll be your ghost
I'll always love you
I'll wait in these woods
Singing this broken tune
I'll be your ghost
I'll always love you
Won't you come back to me come back to me, come back home
