Ghost RIders

He sat down right in front of me, and I said

It looks like you got a story to tell

He offered up a friendly smile

Said I'm just a ghost rider on this train

So I pressed him just a little bit harder

There's got to be more to it than that

He said, son I was there in '45

When my mother was burned

And my sister was shot in the back

(Refrão)

It had started with a rumor

Then it happened fast

Were shuffled into box cars

And rolled on down the track

There was nothing we could do

Just roll across the plains

We were all just ghost riders

Ghost riders on a train

As he turned to watch the fields roll by

I saw a single tear reflect off the glass

And for a while he disappeared

To a distant rainy night

Then he came right back

I didn't know what to say or do

But he pressed on, there's more to it than that

I can still feel the cuts from the barbed-wire fence

Taste the taste of fear

And smell the smell of the rats

(Refrão)

When I stood with him outside the gates

Some three hundred-fifty miles southeast of Berlin

A wicked wind blew from the west

And a chill rippled up under my skin

He closed his eyes and asked dear God

What the hell was the sense of all of this

Was it all part of your grand design

Or just a speck in time

Something that you missed

(Refrão+)

We were all just ghost riders

Ghost riders on a train