Holy ghosts,   When do you come out to play?   Cause if the lord is gonna find me   He'd better start looking today      Last week my baby hit the slopes   I spent the weekend setting traps in the road   I should have been cutting out my eyelids   You'll never guess what baby did when she got home      Now at least the birds are singing to me   But what they're trying to say,   I don't know      (you're beautiful)   I think they come from the cold   (for all your big mistakes)   I think they come from the cold   (you stayed the same)   To the city that don't snow      So I drove until we both broke down   I was stranded in a border town   believing the motel T.V. would bring me to safety   but between MTV and Mr. Oreilly   I've come to find, that I cant be defined   So I turned it off, now convinced I would cross   Took one last look at the gold as it shattered on a mountain top      Now I believe the sun, its like a symphony   But what its trying to play,   I don't know      I think its come for the cold   I think its come for the cold   To the city that don't snow      So come on holy ghosts   When do you come out to play?   Cause if the lord is gonna find me   He'd better start looking today      So I can rise with the river   We all float before we sink   So pray for satellites,   Pray for courtesy,   And pray that it can climb mountains to me   I'll say goodbye to the canyons   I will set sail to the streets   Where I don't care to be forgiven   I want to be forgotten      I don't care to be forgiven   When lord I only want to be forgotten   Singing "oh oh oh na na na na"      Now I received a call from my family   And what they'd started to say   Brought me home      They think I'm beautiful   They think I'm beautiful   They think I'm beautiful      For all my big mistakes