1955
Covey
[Verse 1]
Ghosts running down the hallway
We can't see them and they can't see us
Nana's walking on the free way
Riding comets back to 1955
[Chorus]
We see our lives in color
We're black and white when shades are shut
[Verse 2]
She's most definitely waiting
On top of planes and watching over us all
She knows that life is worth debating
So we should all just stop complaining
[Chorus]
We see our lives in color
We're black and white when shades are shut
Age is just a number
Trapped in memories of our younger selves
