(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)