[Verse 1]
They say the pines don't like your footsteps,
After midnight, keep your pace.
If the wind starts calling softly,
Don't you turn to see its face.
(I wonder if the porch light's burning...)
(It always makes the yard look warm...)
Everybody tells that story.
Everybody knows that tale.
Funny how the woods stay haunted...
Year after year without fail.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Maybe they'll hear leaves all rustling...)
(Maybe they'll blame hollow trees...)
[Chorus]
When the moon hangs low and silver,
Lock your windows, bar your door.
Ghosts and ghouls roam through the darkness...
That's what all the stories're for.
Hear the whispers.
Hear them calling.
Hear the branches start to sway.
Keep your eyes out on the tree line...
I'll keep my breath behind the clothesline.
[Verse 2]
They say lanterns scare the spirits,
Salt will keep the witches gone.
Funny how old little rituals
Still get passed from dusk till dawn.
(I wonder if the porch swing's quieter...)
(Last fall it squeaked in every breeze...)
Fresh footprints beside the garden rail...
Guess the rain let up tonight.
Everybody watches treetops...
Nobody minds the porch light.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Maybe every little creaking...)
(Just becomes another ghost...)
[Chorus]
When the moon hangs low and silver,
Lock your windows, bar your door.
Ghosts and ghouls roam through the darkness...
That's what all the stories're for.
Hear the whispers.
Hear them calling.
Hear the branches start to sway.
Keep your eyes out on the tree line...
I'll keep my breath behind the clothesline.
[Bridge]
(I hope he finally fixed that window...)
(The kitchen always caught the cold...)
Every town needs one old story.
Every child learns who to fear.
Nobody argues with a ghost story...
They just pass it year to year.
Nobody ever checks...
The place that's already here.
[Final Chorus]
When the moon hangs low and silver,
Lock your windows, bar your door.
Ghosts and ghouls roam through the darkness...
That's what all the stories're for.
Hear the whispers.
Hear them calling.
Hear the branches fade away.
Keep your eyes out on the tree line...
I'll keep my breath behind the clothesline.