Ghost Train - Marc Cohn

Everybody talks about some fateful day

I guess that this was mine

I may be here to tell some kind of story

But I think it’s gonna take a little time, that’s all right

See I’m rocking in a cradle

Down the hall somewhere and I am lost inside a dream

Maybe I am falling, maybe I am flying

But I know if I am crying she is holding me

And then the sky broke up

And then the rain came down

And it washed away everything on the ground

Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away

Now baby’s got that bottle

Filled with lightning and rain

He keeps calling out for someone

But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

And she keeps on riding

She’s gonna keep on riding

Mama keep on riding

Keep on riding

Some trains they leave in the morning

Some leave in the afternoon

Some trains they leave here right on time

And some they just leave too soon, way too soon

But I’m gonna keep on

Baby’s got that bottle

Filled with lightning and rain

He keeps calling out for someone

But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

Yeah, she keeps on riding

(And then the sky broke up)

(And then the rain came down)

(And it washed away everything on the ground)

She keeps on riding, she just keeps on riding

(Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away)

Keep on riding

Baby’s got that bottle

Filled with lightning and rain

He keeps calling out for someone

But she’s riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

Riding on the ghost train

(Wash it away, wash it away)

Riding on the ghost train, riding on the ghost train

Riding on the ghost train