Young Agent Jones: Music & Lyrics

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I walked into your quiet town
Searching for ghosts of you I fell,
And found that you were not around
I walked into your quiet house
Searching for restlessness I bent,
But in your bedroom I could not offend

Before your waking hour
I walked through your painted doors and
Out into the streets of your quiet town

Through silent arms I fell
I never said “I’m sorry”
One last thing to confess
“I never wanted to be here”

I want your name
I’m watching your back
And I’m dying to meet you

Then every word you spoke
All slipped through my clutching hands
And just the while, I was trying to catch smoke
But all your portraits fall
It took me all this time to realize
That you were not a ghost at all