Story Behind The Song

Always wanted to write an outlaw song. The term "Ghost in My Own Skin" came up somewhere and the rest is history.

Song Description

"Ghost in My Own Skin" is a dark, cinematic country ballad about a man facing the consequences of a life spent running. Through raw confession and haunting imagery, the song follows his final steps toward justice--and the moment he finally becomes the ghost he's felt like all along.

Lyrics

Ghost in my own skin - male death version

[Verse 1]
I'm so tired. I don't sleep anymore...
Hearin' whispers at my window, pounding on my front door.
Hiding from the sherrif -- how long can this go on?
Chasin' all those shady schemes, knowing it was wrong, so wrong.
To the bad, to the good, to the miles of runnin' scared...
Feels like any minute now my life'll need repair.

[Chorus]
I've been livin' like a ghost in my own skin,
But I'm done with all the runnin'
Time to let the love...the light back in.

[Verse 2]
I ain't askin' for mercy, I ain't lookin' for a break,
Just a place to drop this burden and pay for my bad mistakes.
Got a past full of shadows and a future full of doubt,
And the only thing I'm sure of is my luck is runnin' out.

[Chorus]
I've been livin' like a ghost in my own skin,
But I'm done with all the runnin'
Time to let the love...the light back in.

[Bridge]
Ooooh I'm tired...
Ooooh I'm done...
I know the bad in me is gone...

[Verse 3]
They caught me by the river's edge, where the cold wind bites the skin,
And the judge didn't raise his eyes when I asked what price I owed for sin.
He said, "Son, the road be hind you is a tale this town won't erase...
And no man cheats the hangman when death looks you in the face."

[Outro]
The last thing that I'm feelin' is the cold rope under my chin,
And the hush before the trap door falls as darkness closes in...
[softly, spoken]
I'm a ghost now... not tied to flesh or skin...
Just driftin' where the cold wind pulls me in... pulls me in.

[End]