Lyric Ghosts
(Steve Walsh / Steve Morse / Bob Ezrin)
There s tombstone in a snowy field
Close by an old ghost town
The epitaph s been weather-blown away
There s a belltower where petitions peeled
It s been half torn down
But it must have softened every soul that came to pray
There s a schoolhouse full of broken glass
And wounded walls
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
There s a picture-graduation class
Staring down deserted halls
"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads
It s just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away
It s just as if those dreams had never been but oh-
I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say
They ve come back home to dream those dreams again
There s tombstone in a snowy field
Close by an old ghost town
The epitaph s been weather-blown away
There s a belltower where petitions peeled
It s been half torn down
But it must have softened every soul that came to pray
There s a schoolhouse full of broken glass
And wounded walls
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
There s a picture-graduation class
Staring down deserted halls
"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads
It s just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away
It s just as if those dreams had never been but oh-
I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say
They ve come back home to dream those dreams again
