The Ghost - Thin White Rope

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