House of Spirits

There’s a blood red sky, over my head tonight

And it’s weighing down, on my ragged heart

And the ghosts on this road, dance like Fred Astaire

Beautiful to behold, but hard to bear

Well I looked into, my father’s dying eyes

And he damned my soul, to the fire

But I took his hand, and I held it tight

And I sat by his deathbed, through the cold dark night

‘Cause I’m heading back to that house of spirits

Racing through those city limits

Yes I’m heading back to that house of spirits

And I pray someday, it’ll feel like home

Yes I pray someday, it’ll feel like home

Well the ferryman took him, across the dark water

Penny in his pocket, to pay the toll

And I watched him go, that weary soul

And I felt so tired, to be so alone

‘Cause I’m heading back to that house of spirits

Racing through those city limits

Yes I’m heading back to that house of spirits

And I pray someday, it’ll feel like home

Yes I pray someday, it’ll feel like home