Look at the ghosts among us
In a world where they’re pushed and shoved
Look at the ghosts among us
Sons and daughters who were once loved
Cherokee Chief
Lives in a tent in the woods near the 101
Life on the run
Wears his black leather jacket
From the days in his rock and roll band
He used to have fans
He used to have fans
He’s one of the unseen
Lives in a world of in-between
A ghost who lurks in dark places
With a history that time erases
Little Gayle
Resides in her RV on the side of a street
Her dog at her feet
Almost sixty now
She does her best to stay clean
She’s a past beauty queen
She’s one of the unseen
Lives in a world of in-between
A ghost who lurks in dark places
With a history that time erases
Blue-eyed Ronnie
Rents a cheap room in a downtown hotel
It reeks like a cell
Limps through the streets
His leg maimed from being hit by a car
He’s nobody’s star
He’s one of the unseen
Lives in a world of in-between
A ghost who lurks in dark places
With a history that time erases
Ah, look at the ghosts among us
In a world where they’re pushed and shoved
Ah, look at the ghosts among us
Sons and daughters who were once loved
20 Minutes a Day 
Wonderful, wonderful.
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