Further From You

There's a ghost in the hallway
Where I used to be,
And he says that he knows you by name.
You met at a party
In two-thousand eight,
And he says that you still look the same.
And he's drinking the vodka
That I used to drink.
And he's thinking the thoughts
That I used to think.
And I listen to echoes
Of all that I've said,
As he slowly drifts off
Towards the dead.
And I'm further from home
Than I've ever been.
Yes, I'm further and further
From home.
Yes, I'm further from home
Than I've ever been,
And I could use a friend.
So I bury the bottle
The ghost had drank from
'Neath the tree that I punched
On the day that you left.
And I'm chain-smoking cigarettes,
Thinking of you.
And I'm wishing you all of the best.
Yes, I'm wishing you all of the best.
Cause I'm further from home
Than I've ever been.
Yes, I'm further and further
From home.
Yes, I'm further from home
Than I've ever been,
And I'm in need of a friend.
Yes, I sure could use a friend.