I had a dream when I was 23. Stared at the ceiling. My father I had never known went to see the lord, and left me in his will a place right off of Tenth Street with side notes pointing to the paranormal. "And don't forget to feed my long haired dog who lives on the side of the house." And now I know why we never visited this place. I just wanna stay alive; don't need to see the leaves resting on my grave. I need to keep these weary feet ([just] resting by the ground.)x3 And momma came and visited the other day and said, "Son, this house had once a history of changing people like you or me into a ghostly state." Just then I guess(?) a gust of wind went through the windowsill. I just wanna stay alive; don't need to see the leaves resting on my grave. I need to keep these weary feet ([just] resting by the ground.)x3