Those Poor Bastards sick alone

Last night I dreamed of darkness
Last night I dreamed of home
I tried to call my father
My father’s dead and gone
Sick & alone
Caught in a bad time
Sick & alone
Yonder the ghosts fly
The sky was black and threatening
The sky it had no sun
I opened up my window
And bravely cocked my gun
Sick & alone
Caught in a bad time
Sick & alone
Yonder the ghosts fly
Again the day has ended
Again the day is lost
I crawl into my basement
And lock away my thoughts
Sick & alone
Caught in a bad time
Sick & alone
Yonder the ghosts fly