Winter Ghosts

Every evening when he gets home
He talks to the ghost of the girl he has known
Over a candlelight dinner with someone who's not there
He makes it through winter with a bottle in his hand

Now ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Watch your back as you ride cause they're shooting to kill

He takes a long walk down to the park
He doesn't get home til well after dark
He don't love nobody except for himself
And even himself he's not quite so sure
He digs a big hole to lock up his spirit
He tries to find sleep but his ghosts will not hear it

Oh no, ooh, ooh
No, ooh, ooh
No, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Watch your back as you ride cause they're shooting to kill



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mcmahon
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