Some fires never seem to burn
Some lessons I guess I never learned
Sit in this house and stare at these walls
Killing time until Jesus makes the call
And I'm cold, Oh, and I'm growing old
Truth be told, that woman she stole my soul
And left me to live with The Ghost
Some nights, I swear I hear her call
In the kitchen or maybe down the hall
Pour me a glass, swallow this hurt
Hanging around until they put me in the dirt
And I'm cold, Oh, and I'm growing old
Truth be told, that woman she stole my soul
And left me to live with The Ghost
And I'm cold, Oh, and I'm growing old
Truth be told, that woman she stole my soul
And left me to live with The Ghost
She left me to live with The Ghost
