The Ride from Semi-Functional by Bones Hamilton

There's ghosts in the backyard
And skeletons at home
They call on the old parts and won't
Leave you alone
But your house is still standing
There's water in the well
There's some kind of heaven in your
Personal hell

The fables turn tables
And right comes from wrong
If you want to, you're able
If you're going, I'm tagging along

Maps won't tell you nothing,
You don't already know
You turned off too early and got
Lost on the road
This place looks much different
At night than in the day
Road signs say "Nowhere" but things
Are going your way

The road work is done
And it's your turn to drive
If you want to, you're able
If you're going, I'm along for the ride

• Rock
• alternative
• blues rock
• garage rock
• South Carolina