Ghost of Santa Fe

Guess the seeds are blowing, so if I got away

I could see you falling after all

I kept my heart burning and I cast the flame

But I guess it's no ghost of Santa FeBut you know what I've seen is the path behind me

You've got your own landslide, I've got my wayThis heart catastrophe is sad in a way

But we'll get past it after all

I've sent my last rose into New Mexico

I've kept my head hung there after allBut you know what I've seen is the path behind me

You've got your own landslide, I've got my way

But you know what I've seen is the path behind me

You've got your path burning now, and I cast the flame