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 pa**ed 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