Searching high and low for someone to talk to
It's cold out in the desert. It's already getting dark
And I'm just halfway home, lost in the dark
Could there be someone, to come to in the morning
To run with me while I'm still chasing her ghost
Chasing her ghost
The wind will sound a warning on the road stretched out before me, and it's turning, and it's turning away endlessly
Searching high and low for someone to help carry the load, could there be someone? It's already getting light
Where did the night go? Lost in the dark, could there be anyone, to come to in the morning, to run with me while I'm still chasing her ghost, chasing her ghost. The wind will sound a warning
On the sea stretched out before me, and it's churning
And it's churning, away endlessly
Take me down, pass the hours, let me in to your dreams
If you can't find your way back to me..
All of my life I've been chasing her ghost
All of my life I've been chasing her ghost