Ghosts On The Trail

A trail winding through farms, mansions, city

Living along it is hip

Drink an expensive beer

Ride a little more

Rinse and repeat

But I see ghosts

Ghosts of fantastic machines bright with fire

Ghosts with dreams of misty lakes and bright eyed lovers

Ghosts in sleek cars on ageless rails

And they dreamt their dreams

And they saw what we see

And they loved their bright eyed lovers

And wept over misty lakes

But the cars are gone

And the rails are gone

Only the ghosts remain

We walk on top of their dreams

Dreaming our own misty lakes

Dreaming our own bright eyed lovers

Until we join them

Playing With Fire

Glenn Keller