House of Spirits - Allman Brown

There’s a blood-red sky

Over my head tonight

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 fires

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

House of spirits

Yes, I’m racing through those

City limits

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

And I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Yes, I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Well, the ferry-man took him

'Cross the dark water

Penny in his pocket

To pay the toll

And I watched him go

That weary song

And I felt so tired

To be so alone

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

Yes, I’m racing through those

City limits

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

And I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Yes, I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

Yes, I’m racing through those

City limits

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

And I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Yes, I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Heading back to that

House of spirits

Yes, I’m racing through those

City limits

Yes, I’m heading back to that

House of spirits

And I pray someday

It’ll feel like home

Yes, I pray someday

It’ll feel like home