Not Chasing Ghosts Songtext

It always comes one time a year when the wrecking ball feels near
so grab some Visine and some coins, we're headed for the coast
we'll deftly navigate the maze of interstate
a thousand cars, a billion stars, still running from our ghosts
but when we got there, we stood surprised and surrounded by debris
it seems the boardwalk and the arcade were swallowed by the sea
our pocket's weighed down with Washington's severed head was no relief
God bless those high scores forever lost in this coin-op tragedy