she s the dying heart of this ragged old town she done dug her own grave in the rocky soil ground but now she know she aint gonna lay down until the wolf has gone away and the hunter comes around no one knows what s comin round and in the golden days of the terrorless time she never needed anybody around tell her how to keep her worries in line but now she won t go outside to see that there ain t no wolf just a boy in the street howlin up into the sky don t they howl into the sky don t you hear the sound of ghosts comin from the grave don t you do it like we done when we had our way there aint no knight no haunted hero gonna save the day so get off the floor and be your own before you wither away and in the cold dark night creakin on wood floors and walls paralyzed by the fear of the fright she won t move a muscle at all she cries oh lord come take me away stood all i can now i cant stand to stay send ol gabriel down don t he always come around don t you hear the sound of ghosts comin from the grave don t you do it like we done when we had our way there ain t no knight no haunted hero gonna save the day so get off the floor and be your own before you wither away