And it's weighing down on my ragged heart
And the ghosts on this road dance like Fred Astaire
Beautiful to behold but hard to bear
Well I looked into my father′s dying eyes
And he damned my soul to the fire
But I took his hand and I held it tight
And I sat by his deathbed through the cold, dark night
Cause I'm heading back to that
Guess I'm racing through those
Guess I′m heading back to that house of spirits
And I pray someday it′ll be like home
Yes I pray someday it'll be like home.
Well the ferryman took him across the dark water
With a penny in his pocket to pay the toll
And I watched him go, that weary soul
And he felt so tired, to be so alone
Cause I′m heading back...