Ghost in the Subway

Wayne Webster

A trip down memory lane to the first song I wrote and recorded. I had just got a neck brace for my harmonica which I wanted to include. This song established my one man band guitar style which is thumb picking bass strings, strumming with the index finger and picking the high strings with the 2nd and 3rd fingers.

Chords available at https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Xr8vRrsNXbUDtNPp6i4Ku7YAar3qBCaJ/view?usp=share_link

THE GHOST IN THE SUBWAY

The ghost in the subway is smiling
As everyone runs for the train
And he doesn’t care what their troubles may be
He’s trying to remember the rain

And the ghost in the restaurant is crying
His invisible face is in pain
For no one will bring him a menu
He’ll have to go hungry again

And the ghost in the office is trembling
He’s trying to remember his lines
He’s called to the president’s office again
He’s been fired now ten thousand times

And the ghost in the park is on fire
He’s watching the girls on the grass
Been watching them there now for five hundred years
But he can’t get the feeling to pass

And the ghost in the library’s maddened
His feelings grow colder and colder
He’s tired to life of the death he must lead
Reading books over somebody’s shoulder

But the ghost in the subway’s still smiling
As everyone runs for the train
And he doesn’t care what their troubles may be
He’s trying to remember the rain