Joseph

A ghost is right above my room And I can hear him sing the blues He stays up late and sleeps till noon And sings me all his favorite tunes And I named him Joseph, I don't know why I guess he just seemed like a Joseph kind of guy He's always singing o

Well, your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph? There's a pale moonshine above you Do you see both sides? Do they shove you around? Is the touchstone forcing you to hide, Joseph? Are the rumors eating