It's time for the loner to pay his dues
It's time for the guitar to play the blues
You've been running now you got no choice
But to face what you've been afraid of
It's time to be haunted by the ghost of love
The leaves are falling through my reverie
They waltz like fire on the autumn breeze
I'm walking alone
The wind in the trees up above
Crying with the voice of the ghost of love
The leaves are falling through my reverie
They waltz like fire on the autumn breeze
I'm walking alone
The wind in the trees up above
Crying with the voice of the ghost of love
It's time for the loner to pay his dues
It's time for the guitar to play the blues
You've been running now you got no choice
But to face what you've been afraid of
It's time to be haunted by the ghost of love