You picked a house next to the railway
So that at a minute's notice
You could take your belongings
And leave on the fly
You had your bed near the window
You told me that you liked it
Said the traffic noise is calming
Lets you know someone's there
Is that rain I hear?
Must be the train, my dear
Above us the sky is clear
And evening draws near
If tomorrow's another day
Then tomorrow we'll hide away
We'll send out our ghosts to play
And tell them to stay
You took the blinds down from the windows
Said if anyone was looking
That would surely send the message
We have nothing to hide
You put the mugs all in order
By size and by colour
If variety's such a spice
Our cupboards are thyme
Is that rain I hear?
Must be the train, my dear
Above us the sky is clear
And evening draws near
If tomorrow's another day
Then tomorrow we'll hide away
We'll send out our ghosts to play
And tell them to stay