In a far off place
In a tiny little town
There stands a house
On a street halfway down
It stands big and white
And two stories tall
It has rose bushes in front
With a little stone wall
I sit and I watch
This house that was once a home
Filled with another family
While I sit here alone
I'll never know this family
With faces that come and go
A little dog and a little car
And problems I'll never know
It's just the house that holds me
From my place of peace
It's the house that holds me
The memories never cease
It's a ghost that haunts me
A discarded shell of life forgotten
From a time when I young and happy
And my soul wasn't rotten
Those days are gone though
Lost to the wiles of time
My friends and family are gone now
Lost to disease and crime
So now I just sit here
Watching this house alone
Remembering faces and names long past
Watching the ghost that was once a home
