Ghost Train - Mr. Irish Bastard

When the lightning strikes my dear

I have to be on my way

I know what I have to do but

I won’t know what to say

I pack my bags in the dead of night

And I kiss you farewell

I say goodbye to the smoky wind

And so long to the greater sky

When you hear the ghosttrain whistle

In the middle of the night

I’ll be out of mind

And you’ll be out of sight

And now I am a refugee

In the darkness of myself

I disappeared without a trace

In the triangle of my fears

I always wondered who I am

But I’ve never really know

I’m a hundred miles away from you

But a thousand miles from me

Stop the world for a day or two

Until I know who I am

I walk along the winding tracks

Until I’m in your arms

And when the smoke around me

Slowly starts to lift

I see you on the platform

I whistle as we cheer