There's a knocking at my window   Not one for yes but two for no   Some spirit is unsatisfied   From watching her world spin out of control   At night she goes walking around her old home   Objecting to how it's all changed   She preferred her arrangements to the ones which we have made   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost   There's baggage on my shoulders   Making me stoop bending my frame   My neck is crocked lopsided   I will never be tall again   At night she goes walking around her old home   You can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones   I can feel so much sadness wrapped up in her bones   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost   I'm sensitive to unkindness   Stab in the back burn in the ribs   I need your fingers to straighten my flesh   I hope your fingers are kind   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost   Walking the ghost