When I walk, you fly   on Baltimore St   when I laugh, you cry   on Baltimore St   I'm a ghost to you   and you're a ghost to me   lead me to the things I cannot see   when I walk, you fly   on Baltimore St      I see lawyers and t-shirts and minnie balls   menus and beers and holes in the walls   I see residents sweeping the grime away   I see horses and rappers in Chevrolets      I see snipers nests and old woodsheds   I see enormous bellies and sun burned heads   I see hospitals and nurses and volunteers   I see lanterns that talk to arouse your fear      When I walk, you fly   on Baltimore St   when I laugh, you cry   on Baltimore St   I'm a ghost to you   and you're a ghost to me   lead me to the things I cannot see   on Baltimore St      I see antique shops and real estate signs   marching bands and young girl behinds   soldiers running for their lives   and a seething battalion of bored housewives      I see my grandfather's looking through the eyes of a gun   I see the stars held back by a blood red sun   I feel my wallet lighter but I walked that mile   like to rest my head here for awhile      When I walk, you fly   on Baltimore St   when I laugh, you cry   on Baltimore St   I'm a ghost to you   and you're a ghost to me   lead me to the things I cannot see   on Baltimore St