(Waiting For The) Ghost Train

A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
But dont tell me theres nothing coming, you dont fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks — set them free,
And I hear them,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
The station masters writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh — waiting for the train that never comes,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks — set them free,
And I hear them,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white (dont try),
Its black and white (dont try),
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
And I hear them,
Its black and white dont try to hide,
Its black and white dont try to hide…