The Ghost Train

The Ghost Train North Wind, it was a howling, the sky was black as guilt Malevolent the sheen, where upon her moonbeams spilt Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright Roaring down the line, she was roaring down the line Charging down the line, the Ghost Train rolls tonight She glides along the platform, where haunted faces wait With dreams of grand ambition, that only she can slate The driver in his blood red suit, turns a skeletal grin Toward the hungry hopefuls, then ushers each one in From store to fire, his actions deft The fireman twisting on his plate Stokes the engine right to left He fuels the fire of fate He mutters and stutters, “We can’t be late” For time is money and money won’t wait With shovels full of human desire He fuels the fire of hate The whistle cord is pulled, the flag flutters all clear The engine she is plied, starts the journey into fear On it goes a rumbling, On it’s round iron feet Inside the folk are tumbling From every leathered seat Amid the laughter and the chants What life, what love, what times Everyone is held entranced By ghostly railway lines Tittle tattle chatter, ash from the chimney pours Natter rattle clatter, onward the Ghost Train roars Strange games are played Some win some lose Sincere thank you’s become mislaid As each the other use Beneath the load the earth she quakes As all aboard debauch Done deals and shady handshakes On every carriage porch Kerching-kerching-kerching, the till bell rings More-more-more, the engine softly sings From store to fire, his actions deft The fireman twisting on his plate Stokes the engine, right to left He fuels the fire of fate He mutters and stutters, “we can’t be late” For power is waiting and power is great With shovels full of human remains He fuels the fire of hate In never ending search, she roams across the land Controlled by the evil, of the blood red suited hand Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright Charging down the line, the Ghost train rolls tonight If it pulls into your station Will you jump upon its frame? Will you lose all inhibition? On your way to wealth and fame For when the ride is done There’s no-one else to blame If you find you become Another furnace flame.