Ghost Train Through the Freestate
An old forgotten ghost train through the Free State
Won't deviate or change its former line
From Bethlehem and down into the mountains
No one's waiting but the driver runs on time
You see, Harrismith has fallen from its grace
A man can't even find a place to eat
Seems they're only selling empty houses
The agencies dividing up the street
So you drive away in silent disbelief, boy
And you figure that with time you'll understand
And you start to realise you must be dreaming
When you see the broken signs in Ladybrand
But you keep on heading west and you're still hopeful
The ghost train keeps a vigil by its side
As you pass the towns and places you've forgotten
And others that you've never even tried
But I know that there were people here
I know that there were people here
I know that there were people, not just silos and steeples
I know that there were people here
And in Rouxville they sell petrol with a name you've never heard
But at least there's someone there to fill you up
As you drain another tank, as you seek the people out
Trying to find a place to full your cup
Oh, I know that there were people here
I know that there were people here
I know that there were people, not just silos and steeples
I know that there were people here
You realise there is no destination
There is no single place that looks the same
And Colesburg lies ahead of you just waiting
Waiting and praying for the rain
We're just out there waiting for the train
Oh, I know that there were people here
I know that there were people here
I know that there were people, not just silos and steeples
I know that there were people here
