It's a sinner's dream when the whistle screams, calling, "All aboard you fools and hard-hearted,"
Ever circling back on a one way track, they pull into the station where they started,
Some arriving when they think they've just departed.
But they're not going anywhere,
Lost souls, when they've landed here, choose to stay like prisoners unguarded,
All hope is abandoned here, 'cause they know the engineer,
Ghost train to nowhere.
They pass a thousand concrete pillars, never see a single tree,
Grey sky eyes begging for a little sleep,
Down the same dark tunnels, past the same empty streets,
The cigarette smoke chokes, the coffee's weak, and they cry, "Oh."
It's a funeral pyre belching smoke and fire,
All luxuries, amenities discarded,
It circles back on a one way track, pulling into the station where where it started,
Ghost train to nowhere.
They search eternal winter landscapes for images of loved ones and home,
Though every seat and aisle is crowded, they have never felt so all alone,
While suffering is assured and silence is preferred, most everybody weeps though they don't speak a word,
They just cry, "Oh, oh."
It's a sinner's dream when the whistle screams, calling, "All aboard you fools and hard-hearted,"
Ever circling back on a one way track, they pull into the station where they started,
Some arriving when they think they've just departed.
They're not going anywhere,
Lost souls, when they've landed here, choose to stay like prisoners unguarded,
All hope is abandoned here, 'cause they know the engineer,
Ghost train to nowhere,
Ghost train to nowhere.
