I'm sitting here picking the holes in my sneakers
Watching the moves of those midnight creepers
There's a smell of a [bad word] through my head
Something about being somewhere else instead

And the ghost [bad word] blowing on in, through this town
Picking up the passengers then putting them down
And the wind steals a leaf, like the ghost of a thief
And the autumnal wind blows around and around

Oh those horses of smoke sneaking in through the trees
There's a shaking and a shuddering that goes to my knees
And I wonder what's happening, did I miss the joke
Another year sleeping I never awoke

There was plenty of war and plenty of death
Plenty of hunger and wasting of breath
And all I did was scratch myself and dream a few dreams
And I wrote a few notes on what I think it all means

But reading them all now they don't amount to much
There's no meat to eat no flesh to touch
few dreams of you and a few fish to fry
I just sat there watching another year go by

Oh those horses of smoke sneaking in through the trees
There's a shaking and a shuddering that goes to my knees
And I wonder what's happening, did I miss the joke
Another year sleeping I never awoke