I'm sitting here picking the holes in my sneakers Watching the moves of those midnight creepers There's a smell of a song, rustling through my head Something about being somewhere else instead And the ghost train comes blowing on in, through this town Picking up the pa**engers then putting them down And the wind steals a leaf, like the ghost of a thief And the autumnal wind blows around and around Oh those horses of smoke sneaking in through the trees There's a shaking and a shuddering that goes to my knees And I wonder what's happening, did I miss the joke Another year sleeping I never awoke There was plenty war and plenty of d**h Plenty of hunger and wasting of breath And all I did was scratch myself and dream a few dreams And I wrote a few notes on what I think it all means But reading them all now they don't amount to much There's no meat to eat no flesh to touch A few dreams of you and a few fish to fry I just sat there watching another year go by Oh those horses of smoke sneaking in through the trees There's a shaking and a shuddering that goes to my knees And I wonder what's happening, did I miss the joke Another year sleeping I never awoke