Ghost

Early morning dreary horizon Aching hands are pulling a millstore Wailing from the cart Moaning from a shattered heart He's burnerd down many a bridge And he's sacred of walking in the dark It hurts when the rain falls on this skin He's burnerd down many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark It hurts when the rain falls on this skin Oh he's worn out from maching And he's forgetten for what he's searching Yet he's keeps up the stride God knows that he's won't arrive He's burnerd down a many a dridge And he's scared of walking in the dark It hurts when rain falls on this skin He's burnerd down a many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark It hurts when rain falls on this skin