John Stewart - Ghost of the Superchief lyrics

Red lanterns in a foggy night Lonesome whistles down shining, wounded rails As the ghost of the Superchief silently runs through the Indiana farmland Deep in the heart of a country trying desperately to remember itself. To remember Norman Rockwell, and mealtime prayers Mom and Dad and second floor stairs Guests for dinner, don't be late Iron streetlights, garden gates The Mission Inn and the Riverside days Nancy Mulkee, sidewalk play Honking horns on VJ day Texaco fire in a bright red sky Hop-Along Ca**idy Neckerchief slides Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day Barry Fitzgerald going my way National Velvet, Kim Novak's eyes The "Bells of St. Mary's" The Best Years of our Lives County fairs and carnival rides Tilt a wheel and shoot the moon Electric horserace, pale balloons, Summer days that never end Blue Schwinn Bikes, the best of friends Pasadena and Chappman Woods Touch football in the neighbourhood Merit badges Bright white futures and cool machines Movie stars and boyhood dreams As the ghost of the Superchief silently runs through the Indiana farmland Deep in the heart of a country trying desperately to remember itself. It was "Inner Sanctum" and "Abby & Slats" "The FBI", "In Peace and War" "I Love a Mystery," Di Maggio's bat Edgar Bergen and Mortimer Snerd Corliss Archer and spoken words That had more pictures than NBC Grand Central Station, Fibber McGee And Molly and the closet door Blondie and Dagwood, lying on the floor With my eyes closed tight and worlds away As the radio blended night from day There was Woodrow Wilson Jr. High Rosemead, Colorado, Thorndale signs Corona lunch breaks, Second World War Fresh mowed laws and hobby stores Distant whistle of distant trains Five o'clock shadows and the summer rain As the Superchief runs silently through the Indiana farmland Deep in the heart of a country trying desperately to remember itself