You picked a house next to the railway So that at a minute's notice You could take your belongings And leave on the fly You had your bed near the window You told me that you liked it Said the traffic noise is calming Lets you know someone's there Is that rain I hear? Must be the train, my dear Above us the sky is clear And evening draws near If tomorrow's another day Then tomorrow we'll hide away We'll send out our ghosts to play And tell them to stay You took the blinds down from the windows Said if anyone was looking That would surely send the message We have nothing to hide You put the mugs all in order By size and by colour If variety's such a spice Our cupboards are thyme Is that rain I hear? Must be the train, my dear Above us the sky is clear And evening draws near If tomorrow's another day Then tomorrow we'll hide away We'll send out our ghosts to play And tell them to stay