The Ghost Of Another Man

He's living in that big old house

That he knows was built by me

He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me

At night he loves a woman that was held by these two hands

It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man

My name is in the sidewalk out by the patio

He can't help but see what's still there of me everywhere he goes

He gladly walked through hell and back to forget what he can't stand

It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man

Surely I must haunt him when they turn out the lights

I'm right there in the bedroom, with him and her each night

And he wonders if he just loved her

Oh as good as I loved her then

It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man

Oh it must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man