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