I sit here in this house of yours and the silence is like a roar
I sit at your table and across from me is your empty chair
Theres a ghost in this house of yours tonight
I keep turning around but your'e not anywhere

I walk down the hall and stand in your bedroom door
All I see is your empty bed sitting there
The window shade is pulled all the way down
I try to breathe but my god there's no air

I turn the television on just to make some noise
but of course there's a Reds game on the air
There's a ghost walking the house tonight
And I pray to God one last time that it's you walking there.