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I felt the ghost of trouble leavinâ town
a back draft rumble on a silver greyhound
canât say for sure now lookinâ back
but a strange new feelinâis what I had
a voice said man get your things
get up off them old box springs
you got somewhere to go
you ainât been there before
some kind of thirst for something more
Whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there talkinâ to me
The sign said this is where the road ends
on the back side it read itâs where it begins
I walked into a painting by artist unknown
nobody was waiting I kept on goinâ
I drew clear water from an old stone well
Up from the bottom came the voice again
Whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there talkinâ to me
There once was a road through here I can tell
itâs almost overgrown now but not quite yet
bracken tangle around my feet
night timeâs falling itâs getting hard to see
I passed by a graveyard while headed easy
everybody there resting in peace
so thank you very much whoever you are
for letting a fool such as me get this far
Whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there, whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there talkinâ to me
whoâs there talkinâ to me