[Verse 1] I walked into a ghost town as the sun was sinking low, Dust rolled down the empty street like it had nowhere else to go. Then I heard a hammer ringing from the blacksmith's shop nearby, Saw a phantom working leather, though there was no one there alive. The saloon doors were swinging, and I heard the gamblers shout, Cards were hitting wooden tables, whiskey glasses ringing out. Men were laughing, men were screaming, like the night had just begun, But every face I saw was pale beneath the setting sun. [Chorus] These are the ghosts of yesterday, Still walking where they died. Living out their final days With the dead right by their side. I hear the horses on the street, Hear the gamblers call, See the phantoms drawing iron As the shadows start to fall. [Verse 2] A wagon rolled right past me, hear the horses' steady feet, Spurs were dragging on the boards as riders crossed the street. A woman stood beside a door, a lantern in her hand, She looked right through me like a ghost that couldn't understand. Then two riders faced each other underneath the moonlit sky, Hands were hanging near their guns, and neither blinked an eye. The silence broke like thunder, six-shooters filled the air, When the smoke began to clear away, there was nobody there. [Chorus] These are the ghosts of yesterday, Still walking where they died. Living out their final days With the dead right by their side. I hear the horses on the street, Hear the gamblers call, See the phantoms drawing iron As the shadows start to fall. [Guitar Solo — slow, mournful, haunting Western guitar] [Bridge] I turned to leave that ghost town, But heard somebody say my name. I looked back down the dusty road, And every ghost stood watching me. The saloon went dark, the horses stopped, The whole town held its breath... Then morning came across the hills, And silence filled the West. [Final Chorus] These are the ghosts of yesterday, Still walking where they died. Their stories haunt these empty streets, Where their memories still reside. I hear the horses fading, Hear the last card hit the wall, And somewhere in that ghost town I can hear those six-guns call. [Outro] I walked away at sunrise, But I swear I heard them say... "Come back when the moon is high..." We'll be here yesterday.
