Ghosts Of Santa Fe

Air rises soft, like whispers in the dark
Boots on the ground, leaving a trail of marks
The wind hums low, a hymn of regret
Each shadow I pass, a debt I ain't paid yet

A saloon door creaks, and I feel the stare
A woman in black with a rose in her hair
She once held my heart, now she holds my sins
Her silence screams louder than the howlin' wind

The ghosts of Santa Fe, they call my name
Every step I take, it feels the same
Eyes in the alleys, cold and gray
The dead don't rest in Santa Fe

In the barren streets, where the whispers lay
The past flickers like echoes, refusing to fade away
A preacher's voice echoes from the chapel's door
Promising salvation that I can't ignore

The ghosts of Santa Fe, they call my name
Every step I take, it feels the same
Eyes in the alleys, cold and gray
The dead don't rest in Santa Fe

Every card I dealt, every gun I drew
Every lie I told, every vow untrue
The faces rise like smoke in the night
No whiskey can drown what's in my sight

The ghosts of Santa Fe, they call my name
Every step I take, it feels the same
Eyes in the alleys, cold and gray
The dead don't rest in Santa Fe