He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me   He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me   At night he loves a woman that was held by these two hands   It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man      My name is in the side wall out by the bedroom   He can't help but see what's still there with me everywhere he goes   He gladly walked through heaven back to forget what he can't stand   It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man      Surely I must haunt him when they turn out the lights   I'm right there in the bedroom with hand in her each night   And he wonders if he just loved her, oh as good as I loved her then   It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man   Oh it must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man