Take me on the ghost train20p and there you areScary in the tunnel nightWhite knuckle fingers on the safety barWhich way to blue skies?Phantoms pop from cupboard doorsMocking, manic laughter shrieksDark promises of blood and goreInterventions at every turnOpportunities thrown wide and farJourneys I might never takeTomTom thinks he knows just where we areRipples from a pebble thrown make tsunami on a foreign shoreI would slip right off this high-rise hellBut the elevator stops at every floorTwelve, going on sixteenSuch a rush to grow old and wiseEndless possibilitiesFollow, soaring where the eagle fliesWhich way to blue skies?Mummy said don't go out aloneI hear bad name-calling, derisorySo, choose direction, and turn the stone
