Carrie Newcomer Ghost Train
I came upon an essay about mysterious natural phenomena and the stories people have
Told over the years to explain them. I've always been fascinated by light, mystery and a
Good story.
There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view
From the corner of your vision it beckons to you.
After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff
Keep on walking when it whispers and don't look back.
Some say it's the Ghost Train's headlight or poor Wayland Smiths' pyre
Some say it's the Will o the Wisp or St. Elmo's fire,
Or the ghost of wandering spirits that got lost between the worlds.
Keep on walking when they whisper or if the lines begin to blur.
When it's done it's said and done.
What it's gone it's good and gone.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
I'm not saying don't remember or that all things can be repaired
But after the truth's been told where do we go from there?
Sorrow is a constant companion we learn just to walk beside.
Keep walking when it whispers and don't listen when it lies.
When it's done it's said and done.
What it's gone it's good and gone.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
There are stories we were told just to keep us in our place.
There are stories we made up ourselves to save a little face.
There the ones that made us crazy and the ones that kept us sane,
Keep on walking if the stories all start to sound the same.
When it's done it's said and done.
What it's gone it's good and gone.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
When it's done it's said and done.
What it's gone it's good and gone.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along.
