Ghost Home

Pack up the boxes Fill up the car There’s no use in waiting Now that the constant’s gone Oh now that the constant’s gone Oh now that the constant’s gone So come on old Georgia Don’t you fail me now I left you for Florida But I’ve come back somehow Oh I’ve come back somehow Oh I’ve come back I saw a ghost in the yard one day She told me that I better not stay too long, long She said “listen to the house and the way she moves Listen too close and you’ll fall back in love, love” And it’s too hard to love So I’m working towards empty Though bare’s never reached my eyes I’ll take down my colors And leave you stripped to whites Oh leave you stripped to whites Oh leave you stripped to whites I saw a ghost in the yard one day She told me that I better not stay too long, long She said “listen to the house and the way she moves Listen too close and you’ll fall back in love, love In love, love” And it’s too hard to love