A tribute to growing up in Miramichi, NB, and the pull it still has to this day.
Lyrics
From the top of the hill
Broken roads no frills
A little rough like the current but still
It felt alright
Once a mill and a bar town
'Til they closed up or they burned down
No more serial killers running around
In the middle of the night
Near the old elementary
By the old cemetery
That's where I buried my memories
Or maybe not quite
It's all blur to me now
They're just shadows fumbling around
Cold-footed and anxious
White-knuckled on the skinny bridge that you
Haven't thought about in ages
But is frozen in time
Cold days on a pleasant street
Warm faces, summer heat
And all the places that we used to meet
Are gone, but in my mind
Icebreaker, on the river
Ancient windows, shiver shiver
Make a wish for deliverance and everything will
Work out fine
It's all a blur to me now
Just shadows fumbling around
I swear there are ghosts still living in this town
They are following me, following me around
I know they're following me, following me around
If I am from a ghost town
What does that make me
From the top of the hill
Broken roads, even still
I call it home and I always will
Because my roots are buried deep
Down by the old railroad tracks
Near the tired old smoke stacks
From the hollow, I hear an echoing back
The ghosts call to me
It's all a blur to me now
Just shadows fumbling around
I swear there are ghosts still haunting this town
And they are following me, following me around
I know they're following me, following me around
I fear they're following me, following me around and round and round
Following me, following me around
I know they're, following me around
I feel them following me, following me around
Don't you know they're, following me, following me around and round and round
Following me, following me around
If I am from a ghost town
What does that make me
What does that make me