The sky is dark
And a fog covers the park
The swing sways back and forth
As people walk on the earth
As people walk past
Ghost go home at last
But one stays and stares
As those who play musical chairs
It watches them when they cry
And those who say their goodbyes
It sees them at their happiest time
Or when they are at their prime
Because one day it knows you will come back to the earth
Where you will have more worth
And when the times comes
You’ll here the drums
And it will help you find your destination
But it won't be a train station
It will be a light
Were everything will be alright
