Ghost In The Music Lyrics - Ghost In The Music - Nanci Griffith

Down at the station the tracks are cold 

The wheels of thunder, they roll no more 

And the heart of America cries for the souls 

Who won't be rollin' home 

The dragon weeps with empty eyes 

The whistle sigh's no more in the night 

It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music 

The soul of America's pride 

The toil of our fathers with foreign hands 

They laid the tracks and they opened the plains 

They fought the mountains and they merged our seas 

They set America free 

Tell me, where is the blaze of the hobo's cauldron? 

The refuge for these poor and these fallen? 

While it rests in the lines like a ghost in the music 

The soul of America's pride 

Foreign father, American son 

Father see what your son has done 

He's torn up the mountains and reshaped the plains 

The dreams he dreams aren't the same 

To the fallen ones who may still be askin' 

"Who'd take time to stir these ashes 

And who'd hear the lines of a ghost in the music 

And kindle America's pride?" 

Tell me, where is the blaze of the hobo's cauldron? 

The refuge for these poor and these fallen? 

While it rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music 

The soul of America's pride