Ghosts in Empty Houses

In this country at any given time

There are two million empty houses

And one of them once was mine

There were twelve million spirits drifting

In twelve million empty rooms

Waving their ghostly arms at the stars

And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon

Yeah they claw at the air and they scream

But they don't make a sound

Should've exercised the demons and their secrets

While they were 'round

Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around

All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house

Everything is falling to pieces and its just as well

Because every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell

In my darkest hour when death is knocking at my door

I can feel the tug of a thousand fingers

But what are the ghosts here for

They say:

Beware, be wary

Of secrets that you may keep

Cause if they're any indication of what sorrow brings you

Then don't take your demons to sleep

And if you take a little time

To think about yourself

You just might find that the

Direction that you're headed is closer to hell

Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around

All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house

Everything is falling to pieces and its just as well

Cause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell

So you might find yourself drifting

Like a ghosts inside empty house after empty house

Looking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell