The final train pulls in the station and it waits for the storm to leave But us,we went out in the pouring rain Desperately we fixed the rails Some raindrops felt so sharp and yet so frail Seems like they just needed a place to aim Ghosts beckoning from the last train Ghosts waving in from the last train One man had his mind on yesterday Another thought of tomorrow And then there even came another man who looked at both and just laughed The raindrops spread, swarming all around, but,we blindly stayed to the fix the rails Ghosts beckoning from the last train Ghosts waving in from the last train Ghosts beckoning from the last train Ghosts waving in from the last train... Ghosts beckoning from the last train Ghosts waving in from the last train Ghosts beckoning from the last train Ghosts waving in from the last train...