I wandered round this dirty town, of grey and dirty streets
Couldn't find no piece of mine so went home to cold sheets
Then I found the best around, your hands were real slow
You lit a fire, took me higher, how can I say no
I was looking through the window, a strange thing I could see
A man moved in front of me, and dropped down to his knee
His words were very light, and I could hardly hear
But when he look straight at me, the ghost I saw was me