I'm seeing ghosts in my neighborhood Everywhere but my home Any way my thoughts can drift Spirits often do roam I make the most of my company And now I'm never alone Every get in the game is speaking my name The blame is none but my own I time my stride to the beat Ask and you shall receive You know where to find me If you're ever in need It's winning a game of emotion It's playing the odds to make way It's dropping a line and then hoping Everyone turns out fine the next day And in the cool of the evening An ivory form hovers in To the foot of your bed, not a word is said But you're talking to ghosts again People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing Nothing short of a good thing People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing No no I'm seeing ghosts in my neighborhood Everywhere but my home Any way my thoughts can drift Spirits often do roam I make the most of my company And now I'm never alone Every number I meet is wearing my sheets The blame is none but my own I tune my gaze to the streets Figures all in reprieve Familiar faces in empty spaces In a hushed caprice It's letting a wildfire linger It's trying to bottle the wind It's betting an arm for the finger It's coming to terms with losing a friend And when the twilight's receding You catch the sheer of your skin Well it's great to be back but you're caught in the act You've been talking to ghosts again People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing Nothing short of a good thing People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing Nothing short of a good thing People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing Nothing short of a good thing People change, people change People change, it ain't nothing Short of a good thing Nothing short of a good thing no People change, people change People change, people change People change, people change people