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