Ghost Town -

Worn out shoes vacant streets

Eyes in the windows starving feet

A ghost town fading in the light

Life as usual and well preserved

Tractors pull and seagulls cry

A ghost town hiding in the dust

A whistle cries before the night

Another train stretching out

From this ghost town like a runaway kite

Memories of the merry days

When dreams were found in every place

Of this ghost town where we strayed

Velodrome leaders so proud but dim

Formulate their petty plans

For this ghost town where they always lived

Worn out shoes empty streets

Eyes in the windows ancient frets

A ghost town left adrift