Echoes on vinyl…. Ghosts long passed….feelings to old to define.
Spoon in the pan, a drink in her hand, she curses the passage of time.
Feelings restrained, subdued in her pain,
She dances alone in her mind.
The song lingers on long after its done,
Breakin the shackles of time.
She hears the roar of the motor, feels the  wind in her hair, sees the future  laid out on the line.

When you think about then, what you felt, where you been, is it real? Could it be if you try?
The truth, you may find, is a bit more unkind, cuz the  ghosts of what could've been lie.


Promises whispered in private times, together wherever we go.
Where the past meets the now, it maybe somehow, the road took a turn or two.
What would've been if the road didn't end? 
Would it still be me and you?

When you think about then, what you felt, where you been, is it real? Could it be if you try?
The truth, you may find, is a bit more unkind, cuz the  ghosts of what could've been lie.

So you stir up your soup, and you wash your kids face, and you love your man best that you can. 
You think it could be better, but you never ever let em know  who I really am.
But I know who you are, the young girl in that car, rollin down highway 81. Hold on to that thought, it's all that we got. Together we’ll always be young.

When you think about then, what you felt where you been, is it real? Could it be if you try?
The truth, you may find, is a bit more unkind, cuz the  ghosts of what could've been lie
The ghosts of what could've been lie...
The ghosts of what could've been lie..

Ghosts of What Couldve Been.

Creating music demo's with original lyrics , with a country/folk genre

Ghosts of What Couldve Been.

Dokgil1