1955

Ghosts running down the hallway
We can't see them and they can't see us
Nana's walking on the freeway
Riding comets back to 1955

See our lives in color
We're black and white when shades are shut

She's most definitely waiting
On top of planes and watching over us all
She knows that life is worth debating
So we should all just stop complaining

We see our lives in color
We're black and white when shades are shut
Age is just a number
Trapped in memories of our younger selves