Who's Talkin' to Me

I felt the ghost of trouble leavin' town
a back draft rumble on a silver greyhound
can’t say for sure now lookin' back
but a strange new feelin’is what I had
a voice said man get your things
get up off them old box springs
you got somewhere to go
you ain’t been there before
some kind of thirst for something more
Who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there talkin' to me
The sign said this is where the road ends
on the back side it read it’s where it begins
I walked into a painting by artist unknown
nobody was waiting I kept on goin'
I drew clear water from an old stone well
Up from the bottom came the voice again
Who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there talkin' to me
There once was a road through here I can tell
it’s almost overgrown now but not quite yet
bracken tangle around my feet
night time’s falling it’s getting hard to see
I passed by a graveyard while headed easy
everybody there resting in peace
so thank you very much whoever you are
for letting a fool such as me get this far
Who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there, who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there talkin' to me
who’s there talkin' to me