The Old Ghost Of The Railway Track.
The big bright moon is shining down
as I walk down the lonely street
the heavy rain soaks me to the skin
while the snails crunch beneath my feet.
I can hear the sound of a police siren
somewhere in the darkening night
I see a shadow run across the road
and suddenly vanish out of sight.
I find myself at a railway crossing
and a express train comes hurtling...
as I walk down the lonely street
the heavy rain soaks me to the skin
while the snails crunch beneath my feet.
I can hear the sound of a police siren
somewhere in the darkening night
I see a shadow run across the road
and suddenly vanish out of sight.
I find myself at a railway crossing
and a express train comes hurtling...