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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
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
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
House of spirits
Guess I'm racing through those
City limits
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...