The Drifter

This song is about a drifter who roles into ghost town where he sees shadows silhouette of people from a long time ago. He thinks that they are real and experiences an evening of southern hospitality that includes a bottle of bourbon whisky. It's when he wakes up in the morning that he thinks if it was all in his head....Were they just visions he had in that ghost town. The deeper meaning to the song is that we live in a world we think is real, formed by our experiences and influenced by the environment. However, there may come a time when we wake up to the reality as it really is. Life is formed around ghosts and sillouettes who can influence our behaviour. As Marcus Aurelius once words are opinions not facts....or in the modern era....wake up and taste the coffee. Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen Guitars, keyboards: Phil Bowen Lyrics: The tumbleweed roles down a dusty boardwalk In a ghost town in New Mexico Shadows silhouette in the evening sun Of people from a long time ago As the moon rises on the horizon A drifter rides in. You could tell where he’s been After days on the road feeling saddle sore All he could think “I need a cool drink. I need a good woman and more”. There was southern hospitality he’d never seen before They welcomed him into the local bar With a bottle of bourbon and a home cooked meal He felt like a movie star. Soon the bottle was dry His head rolled back, and he closed his eyes Few have walked in the drifter’s shoes He’d crossed many lines so many times Life could be good to a few. Well, the mist fell down on the old ghost town As he closed his eyes and fell asleep It’s more than in his head It’s more than what he thought and said- skin deep The drifter he woke on the morning sunrise He turned and opened his eyes Looking through the haze of an empty glass He saw to his surprise The bar was empty, not a soul in sight He raised to his feet then looked down the street He was on his own felt shivers to his bones Was it all in his mind? Was it all in his head? Were they visions he had in that ghost town?