(Waiting for) The Ghost-Train

A straw headed woman And a barrel chested man. A pocket full of posies And a hat brim full of sand. Ooh oo-oo-oh, Waiting for the train that never comes. A dog chasing the tumbleweeds Across the sandy floor. Adrift along the platform Through the ticket office door. Ooh oo-oo-oh, Waiting for the train that never comes. Ooh oo-oo-oh, Waiting for the train that never comes. But don't tell me there's nothing coming, You don't fool me. I hear the ghost train rumbling Along the track to set them free. And I hear them It's black and white don't try to hide it. It's black and white don't try to hide it. The Stationmaster's writing With a piece of orange chalk. A hundred cancellations Still noone wants to walk. Keep the hungry children From the skeletons in the van. Aim to keep an eye out For the gypsy caravan Ooh oo-oo-oh, Waiting for the train that never comes. Ooh oo-oo-oh, Waiting for the train that never comes. I hear the ghost train rumbling Along the track to set them free. And I hear them It's black and white don't try to hide it. (Repeat)