Текст Upchurch – Ghost Ranch

There’s smoke on a hill deep in the woods
Comin’ from a run down cabin
The lights come on when the rain pours down
And the tin roof’s makin’ racket

And they perch to the sound of a banjo pickin’
And the pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces
And the dogs all bark when there’s no one there
And the silhouetted man with a piercin’ stare
And they don’t dive down ’til the sun comes up
Yeah, they whisper in my ear tellin’ me I’m the one
When the Ghost Ranch lights come on
Come on, when the Ghost Ranch lights come on
Come on, come on

Sleepy hollow, old Coke bottles
Civil War coins found in my yard
The footsteps walk hard on my catwalk
Through these sound waves they steady talk
Yeah, it sounds like a time from the past I can’t explain
Not unless you’re from the 60’s on Cadillacs and cocaine
The realm that got me was a burnin’ ring of fire
Now there’s a ring around my ranch and I’m forever stuck inside

And we perch to the sound of a banjo pickin’
The pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces
The dogs all bark when there’s no one there
I’m the silhouetted man with a piercin’ stare
And we won’t dive down ’til the sun comes up
And I’ma whisper in your ear and tell you you’re the one