Greyhouse

Linwood road, down around the bend That old gray house standing in the field Many stories told from the walls within Sometimes you still hear them whispered in the wind Standing alone in the middle of the night Waiting for someone to come and turn on the light Sometimes it's gotta be cold That's when you spark the fire Greyhouse will always stand tall It's never lost in time Water flow on Take me back to that cold dusty room I'd get lost in the haze that's always coming through Brothers in sound, never lost the way In another town But Greyhouse remains the same Standing alone in the middle of the night Waiting for someone to come and turn on the light Sometimes it's gotta be cold That's when you spark the fire Greyhouse will always stand tall It's never lost in time Standing alone in the middle of the night Waiting for someone to come and turn on the light Sometimes it's gotta be cold That's when you spark the fire Greyhouse will always stand tall It's never lost in time Water flow on Water flow on