Three Ghosts

Hey boy, where have you gone?
Your mind has come undone
If you don't gather all the pieces of your head
And move along, well you might as well be dead

Eyes closed look out to sea
Three ghosts staring at me
If you don't get along, get along, they said
Then something's wrong, you've got demons in your head

If you don't change the song, right the wrongs you've set
Move along or you might as well be dead