Written, composed, arranged, performed, produced and mixed by Amelia Ray
© 2003 Amelia C. Ray
Lyrics
“Ghost Town High”
All the seats would be empty, No writing on the walls
There’d be no running of any kind in the halls
No chalk to erase, no blackboard to face
If, one day, they just did not come
There’d be no, “I’m sorry, Madame,
But I just don’t understand.
Could you please Repeat the question?”
There’d be no Fs to give, no reason to live
No bell to sound, no flag to let down
If, one day, they just did not come
No traces of gum left in inconvenient places
No chicken-fried steak left in somebody’s braces
The librarian would hush her self
For wishing she was ssshing somebody else
If, one day, they just did not come“
But, what has happened to them all?
Are they at the beach or at the mall?
Are they hid out in somebody’s basement
Playing video games?”
We’d scratch our heads
Calling their names out in vain
We’d hide in the closets
Do cartwheels ‘round the rooms
When the janitors came, we’d skate on their brooms
We’d open the windows and shout, “Hallelujah!”
If, one day, they just didn't
If, one day, they just didn't
If, one day, they just didn't show up
© 2003 Amelia C. Ray