When I walk, you flynon Baltimore Stnwhen I laugh, you crynon Baltimore StnI'm a ghost to younand you're a ghost to menlead me to the things I cannot seenwhen I walk, you flynon Baltimore StnnI see lawyers and t-shirts and minnie ballsnmenus and beers and holes in the wallsnI see residents sweeping the grime awaynI see horses and rappers in ChevroletsnnI see snipers nests and old woodshedsnI see enormous bellies and sun burned headsnI see hospitals and nurses and volunteersnI see lanterns that talk to arouse your fearnnWhen I walk, you flynon Baltimore Stnwhen I laugh, you crynon Baltimore StnI'm a ghost to younand you're a ghost to menlead me to the things I cannot seenon Baltimore StnnI see antique shops and real estate signsnmarching bands and young girl behindsnsoldiers running for their livesnand a seething battalion of bored housewivesnnI see my grandfather's looking through the eyes of a gunnI see the stars held back by a blood red sunnI feel my wallet lighter but I walked that milenlike to rest my head here for awhilennWhen I walk, you flynon Baltimore Stnwhen I laugh, you crynon Baltimore StnI'm a ghost to younand you're a ghost to menlead me to the things I cannot seenon Baltimore St