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Verse 1 Well, the city was hummin’ like a telegraph wire, And the night leaned in like a half-tired choir. I was walkin’ down a street where the lamplight froze, Thinkin’ ’bout the noise and the shape it chose. And a breeze rolled by with a cough and a grin, Said, “Kid, this whole damn town’s breathin’ out, breathin’ in.” Chorus ’Cause the noise is a ghost— yeah, a ghost with a dream, Driftin’ through the alleys like a secondhand scene. And I follow that whisper where the broken lights glow— The city’s asleep, but it talks soft and low. Verse 2 Some old bus rattled like a suitcase of bones, And a drunk sang a love song to nobody’s home. A paper bag danced like it just got free, Spinnin’ little circles ’round the corner of me. And I laughed to myself, though the street felt cold— Said, “Buddy, this town’s got a heart made of stories untold.” Chorus ’Cause the noise is a ghost— yeah, a ghost with a dream, Driftin’ through the alleys like a secondhand scene. And I follow that whisper wher...