Blanketed deep in fog
Funny time for a jog
River Street's empty
Feel something by me
This old town
Something's going down
Lafayette
Not home yet
All around me
Feeling spooky
Spanish moss hanging
Not always enchanting
Dappled light or
Is that a specter
Up the pace to get home
In the park
Way past dark
Gas lights on
Abercorn
1863
Is how it seems to me
Haunted town
Feel it all around
Gwinnett Street
Move my feet
All around me
Feeling spooky
Spanish moss hanging
Not always enchanting
Dappled light or
Is that a specter
Up the pace to get home
