Traded my ticket for the ghost train
For a handful of might have beens
Gave up a place in the inhuman race
For a chair behind the scenes
See everybody's climbing board the ghost train
Clutching their strings of pearls
Selling second sight for a bag of dynamite
And the bravest of slave new worlds

Traded my ticket for the ghost train
For a skinful of riddle me rees
No fixed abode in the middle of the road
And can't see the wood for the trees
See I'm just a climbing board the ghost train
Every second bought and sold
Selling second sight by the dusk's darkened light
And counting out the rainbow's gold