Everybody talks about some fateful day I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it's gonna take a little time, that's all right See I'm rocking in a cradle Down the hall somewhere and I am lost inside a dream Maybe I am falling, maybe I am flying But I know if I am crying she is holding me And then the sky broke up And then the rain came down And it washed away everything on the ground Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away Now baby's got that bottle Filled with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train And she keeps on riding She's gonna keep on riding Mama keep on riding Keep on riding Some trains they leave in the morning Some leave in the afternoon Some trains they leave here right on time And some they just leave too soon, way too soon But I'm gonna keep on Baby's got that bottle Filled with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train Yeah, she keeps on riding (And then the sky broke up) (And then the rain came down) (And it washed away everything on the ground) She keeps on riding, she just keeps on riding (Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away) Keep on riding Baby's got that bottle Filled with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train (Wash it away, wash it away) Riding on the ghost train, riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train