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The ghost of Dana Bradley,
Is standing sadly on the road to home;
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky, she stands alone.
A thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like bitter wine;
Counting on a kind heart,
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
I read her name in the Daily News,
Heard it on the radio, it was on TV;
Someone stole her life away,
Someone still at large they say, who can he be?
And how does he sleep at all,
Face to the guilty wall, remembering, remembering;
Does her sweet face haunt his dreams,
Or does he even feel a single thing?
Is there not a Christ on high?
Is that just another lie we've fallen for?
And is justice not a dull edged knife?
Is there but hard life, nothing more?
Hard life and nothing more.
The ghost of Dana Bradley,
Is waiting patiently for someone;
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky, she waits alone.
A thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like bitter wine,
Like bitter wine. Counting on a kind heart,
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
Is there not a Christ on high?
Is that just another lie we've fallen for?
And is justice not a dull edged knife?
Is there but hard life and nothing more?
Hard life and nothing more.
The ghost of Dana Bradley,
Is standing sadly on the road to home;
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky, she stands alone.
A thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like bitter wine,
Like bitter wine. Counting on a kind heart,
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
Depending on the kindest heart,
Could be a gamble at the start in these times.
Ghost of Dana Bradley...
Ghost of Dana Bradley...