(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)