I can see the moon on the rise
Painting silver strokes on old sagging timbers
Of tired buildings with boards on their eyes
In deep desert darkness they slumber

Take a walk down by the old saloon
You can almost hear that piano playing
Gentlemen and ladies strolling in the light of the moon
You can almost hear all that sweet talk they’re sayin’

[Pre-Chorus] Their days now are but a memory
A touch of crimson on the Western sky
And as I walk these empty streets all alone
Think of how the years have passed us by

[Chorus] Ghost town – that’s where my hours toll
All alone — Potemkin village of the soul
There’s nothing left
Of the life we once dreamed
Dusty streets and tumbleweed

All by myself, I still think of you
The things that we said and the things we used to do
I still see your face / smell your hair / your sweet perfume
Under the light of this ghost town moon

[Chorus] You left me here, alone with broken dreams
Dusty Streets and tumbleweed (there’s nothing left)
Dusty Streets and tumbleweed (there’s nothing left)
Dusty Streets and tumbleweed