Lyrics Small Town Ghost - Chris Kläfford

At every stop sign I see your car
At the jukebox at Mickey's bar
Then you're gone like shootin' star
I don't really know where you are

No one else here seems to know
Where you stay or where you go
But I see you in every front row
Guess that's the trouble with a small town ghost

Though I don't wanna call it déjà vu
But my mind keeps on comin' back to you
That same summer dress on that Saturday night
Dancin' like that in the neon light

Your eyes lit up like an Exxon sign
Mouthin' every word of strawberry wine
And the feelin' when you catch my eye
When you were here and you were mine
You're a small town ghost in the neon light

Oh, I don't wanna call it déjà vu
But my mind keeps on comin' back to you
The same summer dress on a Saturday night
Dancin' like that in the neon light

I had a chance to smell the smoke of your Virginia Slims
As you go walkin' through the walls of any bar I'm drinkin' in

Oh, I don't wanna call it déjà vu
But my mind keeps on comin' back to you
Oh, I don't wanna call it déjà vu
But my mind keeps on comin' back to you
The same summer dress on a Saturday night
Dancin' like that in the neon light
A small town ghost in the neon light