Ghost
by James Hyland
In the wind, there’s a lonesome sound
In the night, there’s a cry from the hill country ground
It’s a hum from an ancient tone
It’s a presence I can feel it in my bones
Something I can’t see has been surrounding me
A ghost trying to talk through me
Ghost, don’t you leave my home
As long as you’re here, I can’t feel on my own
Now I heard your words were left unknown
Take my hand, carve ‘em in your tombstone
Something I can’t see has got a hold on me
A ghost trying to talk through me
My days seem still, my nights grow long
I’m holding your guitar, just trying to hear your songs
Lonely in love but a beautiful soul
Nobody hears your good rock-n-roll
Possess me now, you could show me how
Ghost won’t you talk through me
Soul, I can see your side
I shouldn’t play a note, if the song ain’t right
Cause this is my home, this is my hometown
I’ve been turned up, Lord, I’ve been turned down
But I spread the word as best I could
Through spruce, wire, and old rosewood
Through spruce, wire, and old rosewood