Ghost

Early morning dreary horizon

Aching hands are pulling a millstone

Wailing from the cart

Molding from a shattered heart

He's burned down many a bridge

And he's scared of walking in the dark

It hurts when the rain falls on this skin

He's burned down many a bridge

And he's scared of walking in the dark

It hurts when the rain falls on this skin

Oh, he is worn out from marching

And he's forgotten for what he's searching

He keeps up the stride

God knows that he won't arrive

He's burned down many a bridge

And he's scared of walking in the dark

It hurts when the rain falls on this skin

He's burned down many a bridge

And he's scared of walking in the dark

It hurts when the rain falls on this skin