They say it's me that makes you do thingsYou might
If it's the truthThat's all I knowI'll look for youAnd
Waitin for a sign from youWaitin for the signal to
I fell asleep in the silenceBefore the stream fights the
You're a ghost on the highwayAnd I'll love you foreverGhost
Give you my lovin seven days a weekI'll be your
Well I think I see another sideMaybe just another light
I'm sailin, sailinPlace I've never seenThat's way down southSweet old
Ride it on baby, into my viewRide it on baby,
She hangs brightly from a treeWonders what she's gonna beI'm
Red, oh redThe taste of blood on lips of wineThey're
