Mostly M.E.

On the my first trip to the coast Through the backseat window The evergreen shadows reminded me of home Now they remind me of us sitting close When I'm crying with the ghosts Crying with the ghosts It's mostly sky It's mostly leaving town I guess Never thought I'd be such a mess I confess I know the consequence I loved you but I lost you to silence And now I'm losing my breath Just from counting up weekends When I'm crying with the ghosts Crying with the ghosts The world is mostly sky The place we leave And when we don't leave Walking where the dead gather in the fog I saw you through it I can see ya through it