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Waiting for December, one more golden year rolls round
Spinning on this reel to reel, my life is sealed in sound
Everything is memory, everything comes clear
No time to waste in wonderland, tomorrow's almost here
Nevertheless I guess it's show-time, nevertheless I guess you know
Maybe I could call you sometime, ready or not, here we go
Got a first class ticket, on a vista-dome railcar
Hurry up, don't miss it, ride that vista-dome railcar
See the empty vessel sing, see the world and everything
And hear the silver trumpets call, see the blue beyond it all
Beyond it all...
Ghosts and phantoms in the fire, fancy shadows flickering
God's holy fool, as I recall, always begs to differing
Talk is cheap, and tongues will wag, and dogs will have their day
There's always something left to chance, when nothing's left to say
Ride that vista-dome railcar, humming like a top
Ride that vista-dome railcar, you know it's never gonna stop
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop...