It's time for the loner to pay his dues It's time for the guitar to play the blues You've been running now you got no choice But to face what you've been afraid of It's time to be haunted by the ghost of love The leaves are falling through my reverie They waltz like fire on the autumn breeze I'm walking alone The wind in the trees up above Crying with the voice of the ghost of love The leaves are falling through my reverie They waltz like fire on the autumn breeze I'm walking alone The wind in the trees up above Crying with the voice of the ghost of love It's time for the loner to pay his dues It's time for the guitar to play the blues You've been running now you got no choice But to face what you've been afraid of It's time to be haunted by the ghost of love