Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again 
Tell me about your days of old, wander back again 
You won't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awakened 
Restless spirit wandering, come on home again 

Oglethorpe was around this place some hundred fifty years 
Since a Union bullet hit its mark, and his teenaged heart it pierced 
Years ago a young girl lived here, she became his friend 
But when their family moved away their friendship had to end 

When we bought this house the neighbors came and talked about him 
Though we've not heard or seen a thing, I hope he comes again 
I'd like to ask him lots of things, and hear the way he talks 
Describing local battle scenes on some slow morning walk 

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again 
Tell me about your days of old, wander back again 
Don't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awaken 
Restless spirit wandering, come on home again 

The room I write used to be a two car garage 
A nineteen fifties chrome and fin and white wall tired montage 
Years later it became a church, and they moved an organ in 
And these walls would shake with holy songs and sermons against sin 

I like to think this place was made for the kind of work I do 
I'll try to be ready when the spirit comes back through 
I'll write it down and sort it out and make it fairly rhyme 
And marry it to melody of the highest flying kind 

I want to try be to a friend to souls that cannot rest 
I would not blame their anger, don't claim to know what's best 
But souls are all connected like the branches on a tree 
And things they see beyond the grave might help out you and me 

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again 
Tell me about your days of old, wander back again 
Tell me as you come and go, things that people need to know 
Restless Spirit, wandering, come on home again 
Don't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awaken 
Restless spirit wandering, come on home again