You There's a tombstone in a snowy field, close by an old ghost town, the epitaph's been weather-blown away. There's a bell tower where petitions peeled, it's been half-torn down, but it must have softened every soul that came to pray. There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass and wounded walls, the rest is swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds. There's a picture-graduation class staring down deserted halls, the hope of 44 is what it reads. It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away, far away. It's just as if those dreams had never been. Oh, I feel their ghosts around me now, I hear them say they've come back home to dream those dreams again. Oh, I feel their ghosts around me now, I hear them say they've come back home to dream those dreams again. Oh, I feel their ghosts around me now, I hear them say they've come back home to dream those dreams again. They've come back home to dream those dreams again.