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
It has a tree stump burned with the lyrics of
A song with no writer to be known
But it's only stormin' and past midnight when
The Ghost Ranch lights come on

And they purge 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
At a silhouetted man with a piercin' stare
And they don't die 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
Footsteps walk hard on my catwalk
Through these sound waves they steady talk
And 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 purge 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 die 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