I'm sailing away to a place I'm afraid of The dawn isn't here The sun hasn't rose I'm drinking my days with the coastal longshoreman They got money to make And children back home And the last that I heard you were down in New Orleans Working your days at the print I drink 'till I drown and I smoke 'till I'm burning Your hands are all over my scent I worry for you You worry for me And it's fine if we know we won't change Collect every dream In these old empty pockets And hope that I'll need them some day But the wreckage of you I no longer reside in The bridges have long since been burnt The ash of the home that I started the fire It starts to return to the earth I'm leaving this town and I'm changing my address I know that you'll come if you want It's not Halloween but the ghost you dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt Yeah you know how to haunt It's an Ode to the hole that I've found myself stuck in A song for the grave that I've dug There's a murder of crows in the low light off Boston And I see your face in each one I'm losing myself in the tiniest objects I'm seeing my life on a screen I'm hearing your voice in a strange foreign language If only I learned how to speak But the wreckage of you I no longer reside in The bridges have long since been burnt The ash of the home that I started the fire It starts to return to the earth I'm leaving this town and I'm changing my address I know that you'll come if you want It's not Halloween but the ghost you dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt Yeah you know how to haunt I know that you fear that I'm wicked and weary I know that you're fearing the end But I only tell truth when I'm sure that I'm lying So I'm setting sail once again