Could I please have a minute to catch my breath?
Everyone that I loved has been left behind
Not the kind who would tend to believe in ghosts
but I see them every night
Had a dream that I was just a boy again
and my father was young and still full of time
Now my grandmother’s body is in the earth
but I see her every night
I will love you till
the ghosts of these Penn Hills
will bring me where you are
I was woke by the baby at 5 am
Found out later that’s when you left
And I hope that it’s true that we will meet again
And I’ll tell my girls your name
But I’ll miss you all the same
