Like a Ghost - Tarnation

A southern breeze and this road I’m on,

I wonder if I’ll see the end.

The city of my sleep where angels dream,

Wrapped up closely to the dawn.

Follow time, like a ghost,

Follow time, like a ghost, I long to wander.

I fell into an angel’s dream, I think I left my senses there,

Along with all those forgotten things I left my senses there.

Follow time, like a ghost,