He's living in that big old house 
that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby 
that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman 
that was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live 
with a ghost of another man.

My name is in the side wall 
outside our bedroom door
He can't help but see what's too dare in me 
everywhere he goes.
He gladly walked through heaven 
to forget what he can't stand
He must be leaving hell to live 
with a ghost of another man.

I don't mean to haunt him 
when they turn out the lights
I'm there in the bedroom 
with both of them each night.

And he wonders if he just loved her
As good as I loved her back then
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man.
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man.