I might seem a bit peculiar, a bit not right for though I try, I remain a stranger - not of this time. I swear I'm almost there though I've been wandering for days. I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive where we used to play. I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate where we used to play in those days. I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. They were never mind. I swear I'm almost there. This is right where we used to play. I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive where we used to play. I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate where we used to play in those days. I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine. I never was truly meant for this time.