Ghost Ranch

(アルバム： Creeker II - 2019)

There's smoke on a hill deep in the woods
Coming from a run down cabin
The lights come on when the rain pours down
And the tin roof's making racket
As a tree stump burned with the lyrics of a song
With no writer to be known
But it's only storming and past midnight when the Ghost Ranch lights come on

And they perch to the sound of a banjo picking
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 piercing stare
And they don't dive down 'til the sun comes up
Yeah, they whisper in my ear telling 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 burning 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 picking
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 piercing 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
Watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on
Come on, watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on
Whoa, whoa