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Ghosts ©1984 Joel M. Frye There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. A woman on a suitcase, The porter in mid-stride; Two kids, an old man watching For that train they'll never ride. “Hey, Grampa, where's old 99?” “She won't come through again. The interstate's a-rolling Where we used to catch the train.” There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. The steel canal, it nailed the lid On Mr. Clinton's dream. The iron horse died of drowning Underneath an asphalt stream. There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. “Hey, Grampa, where's old 99?” “She won't come through again. Six-ninety goes a-rolling Where we used to catch the train.” There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Ghosts
Ghosts ©1984 Joel M. Frye There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. A woman on a suitcase, The porter in mid-stride; Two kids, an old man watching For that train they'll never ride. “Hey, Grampa, where's old 99?” “She won't come through again. The interstate's a-rolling Where we used to catch the train.” There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. The steel canal, it nailed the lid On Mr. Clinton's dream. The iron horse died of drowning Underneath an asphalt stream. There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail. “Hey, Grampa, where's old 99?” “She won't come through again. Six-ninety goes a-rolling Where we used to catch the train.” There are ghosts upon the platform Standing cold and still and pale, There are ghosts upon the platform Waiting by that long-gone rail.
A song written for a production of "Greater Tuna". I was the radio.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
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