歌词
Today I met a ghost.
He was sittin' on a station in the rain. Waitin' for the last train.
So I asked him for his name.
But the last train went on time, in the snow in the January of 59.
On the old branch line, our friend he waits in vain.
Sittin' on the platform in the rain.
Waitin' on the last train.
But they took the bridge away.
Brick by brick they slayed.
And they took the bridge away. Nothing stayed.
Now they've taken up the rails and the sleepers too,
There's nothin' left to ride on but the stones.
And they've taken down the signs and the signals too ...
Nought but creaking in the tunnel and the groans.
Bright young lovers on the quarter-past-twelve.
(quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin')
And it's steam – it's a dream, it's a season of steam.
(quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin')
There was a roaring fire in a great big shire.
(quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin')
And the house on the hill, looming there still.
(quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin')
A place they never lived nor ever will.
(quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin')
A ruin where the walls still scream.
(Quarter-past-twelve, quarter-past-twelve and dreamin') Rpt.
A story of love or a tragedy of fate,
can return through time like a bone.
A tourniquet twists - tighter and
tighter, to the place where he sits alone...
Sittin' on a station in the rain. Waitin' for the last train.
And still I didn't catch his name.