Ghost Ranch
Speak to me, I know you're here
Tell me where to start
Talk to me, let me feel you near
Mend my shattered heart
'Cause I know this is still your home
A sacred place to find peace alone
Come to me and calm my soul
Make my colors bold
I'll wait for you, I'll stay right here
How could your place feel this cold?
I wanna be the wind whistlin' through a hole in a bone
I wanna be a flower in bloom
I wanna give it all away and still hold my own
I wanna fill it all up and still have room
Did you ever sing alone in a Church that was deconsecrated?
Well the sound rolls up, and then it smacks the stained glass
But it doesn't bounce back
It just settles like the dust
And I am a ghost at the ranch
with Georgia on my mind
© 2002, Kim Hood - all rights reserved