On days so lonesome
Black and forlorn
With grey slate skies
And a heart cruelly torn
Well he spied a dark cloud
Where the storm was sown
And he thought about her ghost
And the ghost of his own

Young deep crazy love
Wild and confused
She carried deep pain
Heart broken and bruised
She was in a crowd
He was there too
And they chanced by each other
Like young lovers do

Future past and present
Crushed on the wind
Like a pressed rose petal
In the pages of sin
Heart broken and bruised
Their cries filtered through
They then left each other
Like young lovers do

On his days so crazy
With so many so gone
With those blue sunny skies
And a heart cruelly torn
Well he spies a dark cloud
Where a storm is sown
And thinks about her ghost
And the ghost of his own