We moved to Nashville last October
It was really not that cold
There were not a lot seasonal developments happening
It was a pretty boring town from a weather perspective
But like every other town in the country
It was Halloween
We went to bar called The Crying Wolf
It was dimly lit, incredibly crowded, very loud
I mean a fine establishment, just on that night it wasn't my scene
I went to the bartender and I ordered two whiskey gingers
They said, "do you have a whiskey preference"
I said I only drink the finest
They said, "Yes sir, that'll be Jim Beam sir"
We went out on the porch and I handed her glass
We cheersed looked up at the stars
Three holes on my chest
But when my eyes met hers
It was like she wasn't seeing me anymore
Now they say on Halloween strange things are scene
Ghost may walk, skeletons talk, that kind of thing
Some people say that they're real vampires
Now I died that night, and I don't know what killed me
And it's weird because I know I spent the next 10 months living
But the only thing that could see me, were dogs
The only thing that could hear me, were dogs