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 passengers 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 death 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