16 Days - Whiskeytown

I got sixteen days

One for every time I’ve gone away

One for every time I should have stayed

You should have worn my wedding ring

I got sixteen days

Fifteen of those are nights

Can’t sleep when the bed sheet fights

Its way back to your side

The ghost has got me running

The ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away from you.

The ghost has got me running

The ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away from you.

I got sixteen days

Got a Bible and a rosary

God, I wish that you were close to me

Guess I owe you an apology

I got sixteen days

Fifteen of those are nights

Can’t sleep when the bed sheet fights

Its way back to your side

The ghost has got me running

Yeah, the ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away from you.

The ghost has got me running

Yeah, the ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away…

Old tin cups, little paper dolls

All wrapped up, in ribbons, bowed with hearts

Old tin cups, and little paper dolls

All wrapped up, in the ribbons of your heart

The ghost has got me running

Yeah, the ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away from you.

The ghost has got me running

Yeah, the ghost has got me running

Away from you, away from you, away from you.

Sixteen days

I got sixteen days

It’s like before I hang