Lyrics
Well it’s hard to be a saint here in this city
It makes a willing sinner out of men
There’s this guy who said he’ll take me ‘cross the border
Straight into your loving arms again
Well I thought I paid my dues but they kept rising
And there’s only so much blood that they can take
Lost a finger to a baker for a dozen
But it saved me from the bottom of a lake
The ghost of me, growing strong since ‘83
At night he haunts the ones who stayed behind
The road’s been hard, make it through by turning cards
But you never win with one of a kind
I tried to find some work when I was able
But there ain’t too many looking for a hand
Well I’m better working fields than waiting tables
But it’s hard to make a living from the land
The ghost of me, growing strong since ‘83
At night he haunts the ones who stayed behind
The road’s been hard, make it through by turning cards
But you never win with one of a kind
Well I wake each morning praying I’m still dreaming
‘Til this pain in my heart tells me I’m alive
Never missed a beat ‘til you said you were leaving
No it’s just doing what it takes it to survive
The ghost of me, growing strong since ‘83
At night he haunts the ones who stayed behind
The road’s been hard, make it through by turning cards
But you never win with one of a kind
