Restless Ghost

Long n' lonely
The sounds of scraping
Plays like laughter
With a hollow ring

he cannot hold a thought for long
Wrings the bottom of his ragged coat
Blood would drip if there were any left
The old tales of a restless ghost

Ancient weary eyes
Can not comprehend
Look into the face
Of an old friend
he cannot hold a thought for long

Wrings the bottom of his ragged coat
Blood would drip if there were any left
The old tales of a restless ghost

Fingers tied in knots
From trying to hold fire
The only hopeful sign
is deep in sightless eyes - deep inside
he cannot hold a thought for long

Wrings the bottom of his ragged coat
Blood would drip if there were any left
The old tales of a restless ghost