Nobody’s ever up when I call anymore
I’m always here but there’s no knock at my door
Nothin’s going on after midnight these days
Those crazy friends have all changed their ways
So I sit here underground
With a bottle in the smoke
In the cave where I’ve been bound
To laugh at my own joke
The blame is mine
They all tried to find me
The only place they didn’t look is behind me
Sometimes I see shapes in the air
Sometimes I see the faces that they wear
Maybe they’re old friends that don’t mean any harm
Could be the chill I feel is meant to keep me warm
As I man my lonely post in this cave full of ghosts
Sleep won’t come but exhaustion never goes
My consciousness is haunted by dreams that never show
My way of life grew up and moved right out of town
And left a body that no one ever found
So I sit here underground
With a bottle in the smoke
In the cave where I’ve been bound
To laugh at my own joke
The blame is mine
They all tried to find me
The only place they didn’t look is behind me
Sometimes I see writing on the wall
Sometimes I hear laughter in the hall
Maybe it’s just old friends leavin’ me a note
Reminding me the future is something they rewrote
To close the book on a cave full of ghosts
—“Cave Full of Ghosts” (Thornton/Andrew)