Four white horses in a line Take you to the burying ground On the wind I hear you sing When I stop not a sound I want to go back But the page has been burned When are you coming home I won’t ever learn Too many spirits In this house now Too many spirits In my head Too many spirits In that bottle All I do is speak with the dead The place where you used to laugh Is empty now Standing vacant Hollowed out Dealing the cards I keep pulling the tower They say you won’t know the day now I say you won’t know the hour Too many spirits In this house now Too many spirits In my head Too many spirits In that bottle All I do is speak with the dead There were three who held me up Three going down Tell me who should I call To reach under the ground I hear them talking As clear as I hear you I'm standing in line Going to see you soon Too many spirits In this house now Too many spirits In my head Too many spirits In that bottle All I do is speak with the dead Too many spirits In this house now Too many spirits In my head Too many spirits In that bottle All I do is speak with the dead