The Ghost

Well I woke up on the gravel ground
At the feet of a long, tall train
Rememb'ring not where I was from
Rememb'ring not my name

I thought of a friend from years ago
In the youth I'd thrown away
And a girl who used to love me so
Though I could not recall her face

Then I realized I was only talk
And the years were slip away
And I felt like a little red stone watching
A film of his wedding day

She ran through the cut
With an ease in eye
Her face as sad as the moon
I was lost, and I was bummed
My days of yet to come