The Ghosts Of Tomorrow

Here we are, gathered here
Dressed in our finest
Drinking whiskey and beer

Gathered to pay tribute
To the Ghosts of a Tomorrow
That never comes

Hey, bartender
Put that bottle down
My head's already spinning
Way too fast around

But I'll make one final toast
To the Ghosts of a Tomorrow
That never comes

May you all be healthy
May you all be strong
May you always find yourself
Where you belong
May your adventures
Take you there
When the troubles come
May you be spared

Now, I never watch the time
But time is watching me
I've had enough of running
From my memories

If I stay here, I'll be one
Of the Ghosts of a Tomorrow
That never comes