When The Wind Blows

There's a ghost back home playing host to my childhood bedroom

And I don't know what to think, but I'm running out of headroom

And I've been walking around in a dark place, don't make a sound

I hope a light comes on before this candle burns out

Now I'm running back home for the first time since I went south

And even though I hate to admit it, I think that I'm in need of some help

Cause I've been heading down a slow slope away from the things that I most need

My mind's heading to a place that I wasn't hoping to go

So I'm a set sail when the wind blows

So take me there, to my home