What will you do when they shoot your high horse Whatever happened to all of your rules What will you do when you see me in the street Will you see me Will you see me?
This town, this town, this town Isn’t big enough for the ghost of us This town, this town, this town Isn’t big enough for the ghost of us
I have got a sorrow of my own I will carve it in a piece of stone I will bury it in your back yard I will bury it I will bury it
There will not be place enough to hide away People here will ask where I am each day What will you do when you see me in the hall? You will see me You will see me
This town, this town, this town Isn’t big enough for the ghost of us This town, this town, this town Isn’t big enough for the ghost of us This town