(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)